I’m taking this one off.
I have too many bees in the head.
A beard of bees. Bread and cheese?
I’d love a sandwich, thanks.
Too many cows, and I cannot
churn butter, not with all these
flies in the ointment, a whole
continent of lies; they buzz
the same as truths, only louder.
Louder, you say? I suppose
I could yell, but when I’m yellow
like this, and underwater,
I’m not sure it matters much. Yello?
Yello? Now I am at the last payphone
on Earth, with a fistful of quarters
and nothing left to say.
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