Honey Dystopia Poem by Earnest Gatuma

A living legend goes by the name Uajy,
He does his expeditions alone unlike a Hardy boy,
The dimension he lives in is structured like a hive,
There's a queen whose garrisons are five,
The mortality levels there defer in respect to your self drive,
Thinking on his own has kept him alive,
Because he knows proteges die for being naive,
At the college he used to scive,
He's power comes from his ignorance,
Since a prodigy he never takes any advice,
But he did give me some advice,
Why would you call a man who's not your father a hero?
Trust men and what you get in return is death if not zeros,
It's apt to be inquisitive, skeptical and cynical,
For things truly are never what they seem when perfect,
In return every one wants the mutual gratification,
Could be at your expense when you reciprocate,
Demons drink souls of men who comply in their proposition.




*A morsel for thought