At Man’s Mercy

I am an ant 
Scurrying to catch the sugar
of your words
Each sweet granule melts against the
Flames of my back 
While I swerve to do your bidding 
 
You entice and manipulate me like
a mere puppet on a
string of straw 

I attempt to wiggle free
From your embrace
And relieve myself of
This involuntary hypnosis

But you delude me with
The belief that
I am mindless
That I am nothing more than 
A tool 

I am 
An insignificant creature
To be used
At Man's mercy