You're a shrunken cereal box
with no toys, no tattoos, no raisins.
Waiting like Lot's salty wife for the
Holy Land, the one that overfloweth
with milk, honey, and Crispix.
You could have killed the last honey bee
in America without realizing it. Or did you
do it on purpose? You were transferring your
dependency issues onto the wildlife.
I'm not going to come out and ask you
anything. I don't care if you did kill the
Docile European Honey Bee, that's not
my problem. I'm just here to drop a bomb
in your ear and let it marinate.
I think it's interesting that you don't talk
about your mother. . .
Ka-Boom.
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