Party Crashers

I have been fighting with the ants all day
only to realize that the battle ended
several millennia ago with me losing
to the army of minuscule foot soldiers.

It began on Wednesday evening
under the tent where we ate dinner.
The ants and I, I mean. Everyone else
seemed unaware of their invitation.

A few bold ones crashed our party
then brought their friends and their drunk
uncle who could not follow a straight line
to save his life.

And I, constantly brushing them off the table
as they intruded so rudely into my conversations
sipping my spilled drink, nibbling my crumbs
zigzagging away with my concentration.

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