some words fly like honeybees and i am flattered as they
come near me and say
this is the place
this is the place
where nectar is sweetest
and they all stop and buzz and busy themselves
so disappointed, i am so sorry, i tel them,
how unfortunate for all of you to be here and waste your time
at this early morning
i am not the flower of your mind,
i am just a little bit of this bitter man
and then the bees start to fly away like words vanishing from my mind
and here i am as you can well see
alone
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