To bee or not to be, that is the question
A poem.
What is my purpose?
I buzz...
I buzz...
I buzz......all day long to return home to too many brothers and only a few sisters. My mom is never home and I eat what I brought myself. There's no time for fun or games, just work, eat, and sleep.
I drone on and on in the fields for flowers. I fly until my wings are tired. So thirsty, this sun burns bright today.
I buzz...
I buzz...
I buzz...
The sun went to bed, my brothers lay their heads, and my queen does her thing. It is time for me to rest. I've given work my best, and I hope the flowers don't miss me too much. The rest of my family can pay them a visit.
I buzz...
I buzz...
I...
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Rambler's Society
Hello everyone! I write fictional surreal stories and poems. I love writing and I hope that you enjoy reading what I've to offer. I have plenty more written down on my website so I'd love it if you'd go check it out!
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