Six sided
Sex drives it
With a precise
120 degree angle
Each pattern identical
Between one hexagon
And the next
Honey is excreted
It drips and oozes
A few unlucky saps
Get stuck
And are killed
But the work goes on
There must be an active hive
For anyone to survive
A blue man group
To prevent a colony collapse
These are the worker bees
Who
Without a job
Will not be interested
In pollinating
And the crops
Will not mature
And no amount of
Genetic engineering
Will save us!
Sunday, January 3, 2010
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you are a poet dude!
ReplyDeletethanks for including my poem..."We Rise To Love"
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