Pheromones and mindlessness

it doesn’t do a woman
any good
to watch ants
 
their brief existence
led around by pheromones
and mindless duty
to something they were born into
 
unquestioning belief
in the greater good
 
knowing their place
and pulling their weight
 
simple ideas
of a life lived
to pre-ordained destiny
 
then a brief
barely mourned death
measured only
by how well they did
for everyone else
 
their position quickly filled
by the next one
and on it goes
 
these ideas, scaled up
can ruin a woman
and make her want to run
for the fucking hills
after shooting a few holes
in the chests
of the society
that has her fooled into thinking
that her value
is only measured
by how well
she keeps the hive
alive
 
what if I’m the woman
who wants to bring
the whole thing
down
because if I did
it wouldn’t matter
except to people
and only until
the last one
went
 
and for everything else?

well, the world
could use
the break
from
parasites