Where Is The Honey? Poem by Atef Ayadi

we do have many types
of bees popping up
everywhere and
twenty
four
seven.
(i am not jerking, i do not
like to mention eight. am i? but i can mention
seven eleven,
and of course
it is a french-ized store.)

this time, our bees are all sexes and creeds.
from justin beaver
(peace on him and for him
(depending
whether he is a life
or dead,)

who else?
and for fairness
in these days,
from dupa, to gaga, to bee-once-ey; female bees
are everywhere.
a wave after another,
except asians;
they are completely absent
in the west hemisphere
(where ever
and
whatever,
it i s)
every continent
has its own continental
bee,
bee hives,
and a lot,
allot, lots of honey.
i like chinese honey;
i mean girls.
the other chinese honey
is a pure corn syrup
with nectarines.
unlike china
the west
focus on 'bio' fuel
'natural' gas;
you name it!

latino?
yeah good bees;
honey?
not that match!

native bees?
nop!

where is the honey?
what these
new bees
and newbees
pollinate?

it is better to
see it for yourself.

one can see
for oneself
the irony
of evolution
unfolding?

natural bee
started to disappear
as soon
as the bee gees
showed up.

amazingly boring
subject?
yop!
so where is the honey?
or is
it
better to say
what is honey?
honey!

what is more ironic,
platonic, and plutonium
is,
we do not even
have a need for
physical entities
to do the
same thing
or close 'enough! '
task.
it is boring?
yeah i know!

i figured it out
from the
beginning.


do we do need more
than this?
it dependents
on ones dependencies
to honey and bees!

my
way
of
see
ing
it
is simply:
i do not like to see,
hear, or be
in front of
a bee
sponsored bey gecko.