a little bit more like art this one, if I do say so myself. I'm trying to draw attention to the action of making the 'B' sound, the monotony of saying it over and over again, as well as the mundane and slightly sinister nature of the phrases between. This is about as close to the kind of poetry I was taught at school as I think I'm gonna get...

Edit - I just realised reading 'B' over and over again makes me question the very look of the letter 'B' - consider that part of the message.