Menial Labour Is For Bees Poem by Mark Heathcote

Menial labour is for bees.
The greatest splendour of
Is to sucker on the sepals of a flower
With heavens calling within you
And know that you also have a honeycomb home.
When you no longer need to roam
Subject to living captive without faith
Tomorrow you won't be wearing rags alone.
You'll discover a family
That'll love you forever.
They'll have a manor house.
That grants all your wishes.
And everything will be alright you'll see.
For us and them to then go dance amongst heavenly stars.