the one little bee bit me.
pit me up
against my me.
tea. for three. now serves only me.
for thee, has been a destroyer to my kind handles and controls
you drank coors.
i smiled as a child .
for reasons coldy draw that in my childish state I saw
that star that told me such a nursery rhyme
and said that if i should give it time,
some will would have me find
that stories make life chime
and
together in ******** cohesion
with knotted roots of profusion
and exstactic empathofusion moving.
and
the story was you. with your coors.
twinkle said the star and I hungered and sang through all time
to hear such another nursery rhyme
only to get the buckled pang
from my empty state of mind.