041810b Mimicking Insects Poem by Manonton Dalan
041810b Mimicking Insects
this place is alive all night long
there's always walking around
giggling, talking to someone
this has more adults than mall
i bet you could make living by
selling shoes to these youngsters
i don't like the slamming door
shook my teeth out of its roots
dislodge dust from their roast
this place is beehive on steroids
i am bee squeaking in this cube
i can't even bend my long legs
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