A rich man's glass is never empty
Never full
Never to heavy to behold
As he kills for meat
As he kills for sport
For ants only survive not live
Paper or plastic
Credit or debit
Ants will never overflow
For an anthill is never empty
Never full
Just mere surviving meat
And surviving sport
Never to live life
To the fullest of the glass
Drowning every animal
Who comes to draw a sip
And as I step upon the ant hill
To stomp the fire out
I paint a slow reflections
Upon the frail glass of life
To dive deeper still
Slowly surviving