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bees

we are having fun

picnics for hell

not worried

climbing bean stocks with our tails

 

as far as we go

we hold on

tightest grip around hope

avoiding change at all cost

 

we will never fall

floating on clouds

enjoying the conveniences

taking for granted the limbs that help us

 

dreams evaporating

the higher we climb

bees in the sky

leeching life for fun

 

they screech with there wings

brushing up against our legs cutting deep

big radiated eyes that burn souls for free

twice our size they scream

 

"how can it be

that your happy

when you have nothing

to show happiness for

 

dreams don't exist here

just perspiration of your soul

as you grow old

prepare to die slow"

 

I say no

we are so much more

you will not scare me

i am here to fight

 

die i might

die i will

its okay as long

as i am dieing with thrill

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Written by
chaz-kirshcmann
American
Published
May 29, 2013
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