The bees make honey
High up in a tree
That golden sweet syrup
Taste so good to me

Your scent so mellifluous
My honey be
So hop on aboard and
Please be on me

Be on me, be on me
Let's make the majic
Be on me, be on me
We need no havoc

Through eyes of a child
One summer in fear
Crying "a bee is on me"

Now all I'm crying is
"Before I'm dying just
Won't you please be on me"

Be on me
Be on me

It's all in your head
You said "It's beyond me"
But, all that I'm saying is
"Just be on me"

Come on pretty lady
Treat me like the King Bee
Now hurry, now hurry
And just be on me

This is a place where we can learn nothing about ourselves.
this is a place where they INSIST ... that *** should sell.
This is a place where we get the things that we definatly do not need,
and this is a place where YOUR kids can get addicted to alcohol and ****

We all have to die
So why do we fear death?
We expect death
We don't expect pain
We live our lives the wrong way
Funerals are celebration
For another soul has gone away
Free of the agony the world may bring
For eternity it's heart will sing
But when a baby is born we should all cry
Cause now this child shall live to die
A life of pain
A life of joy
Shall overlook no girl or boy

heartbreak
parallel to eye
without razor

sobbing

wet leaves
pressed in
a book
will not
dry

next

tears
do not
outlive
themselves

discovery

for another
generation

still

when in doubt
quote rimbaud
no verbs
no more

choosing the vowel “o”

that
i’m not
going to
remember
again