Live Fast, Die Young. Bad Bees Do It Well.
They tell me the highway’s
no place for a bee -
yet concreted gardens
are where I feel free.
The swooping-by metal
endangers my life.
But honey tastes sweeter
when licked from a knife.
My mother and sisters
are safe in the hive.
They protest our purpose
is staying alive.
But I shall die boldly
and splattered on glass.
The smell of petroleum’s
richer than grass.
~
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