This is dedicated to whomever (“’whom,’ he said, for he had been to night school.”) mentioned existential angst the other day. At first I misread “existential angst” as “existential ants,” and so for you and for all who suffer existential angst and existential ants:
Existential Ants
All creepy ants are existential ants
If ants across your old blue jeans advance
And bite into your tender skin by chance
You leap into an existential dance
And swear profane, wild, existential chants
Your good companions look at you askance
Each with a wondering existential glance
They seem to be in an existential trance
As you flail among the flowering plants
Because of those wicked existential ants!
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
This is dedicated to whomever (“’whom,’ he said, for he had been to night school.”) mentioned existential angst the other day. At first I misread “existential angst” as “existential ants,” and so for you and for all who suffer existential angst and existential ants:
Existential Ants
All creepy ants are existential ants
If ants across your old blue jeans advance
And bite into your tender skin by chance
You leap into an existential dance
And swear profane, wild, existential chants
Your good companions look at you askance
Each with a wondering existential glance
They seem to be in an existential trance
As you flail among the flowering plants
Because of those wicked existential ants!