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Oct 2012
For the drone among'st the bees yield neither harvest nor labor,
But yet, upon the great harvest-ments of the others may they savor,
And wheedle and plague society with their coaxing lies,
Let not a drone wiggle its behind into manners with guise,
For they hold their shameful mind and deceitful nature dearly,
Best with evil trickeries, may your mind cloud severely.
Living off your riches 'til you're barren and weak,
And flee'st to another hive should they then for-seek.
Should goody Hesoid warn: to trust them is to trust thieves,
Where the wo of man and its plague from Pandora's box, leaves.
Reference to Hesoid's *Work and Days* and *Theogony* where Zeus commands this beautiful evil to be created as a punishment for Prometheus's crime as he stole fire from the gods and gave it to the humans. Pandora opened the lid of the jar containing all the plagues and diseases of the world which was inherited by womankind.
Jay M Wong
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Jay M Wong
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