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The Sting Operation©

If this makes you laugh
then you miss the purpose do the math,
he's what the buzz is all about times a centillion
and without that feeling i'm nothin
(a honey bee w/no sweetness you can't even imagine)

2 honey bees used to play
and sweeten the blues away,
now the 1 honey bee
just sits so sour and lonely.
It's not spring anymore
cause the queen bee's honey flew out the door,
it's only a dream of what once was
no more honey bee in my bonnet to give me a buzz.
Now my bonnet's filled w/dead flowers
no more beauty to display thru the spring hours,
all i have to show for it
is memories where it once so joyfully did sit.
I'm turning all black losing vibrant yellow
without my honey of a fellow,
i just can't work with the other bees
i'd pray to be set free but i don't have knees.
I've truly lost my luster
i need to hire a bee buster,
there's no more sweetness in my hive
i can't be productive barely alive.
Without my playful king drone
i can't fly about on my own,
i've nobody to share the mating dance
and at survival i don't stand a chance.
I need my honey to drizzle
sweetness over me to feel special,
without his playful buzz
spring is just a mem'ry of what was!
Copyright©2012
some intruder buzz by and w/your best shot hit or just sting me
Sally

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