Epilogue's Epilogue
it used to be
every morning
the worker bee
would gather
his paperwork
put it in his
briefcase
and don on
his hat to tell
his wife in dance
see you later
pollinator
but never
to return
to return
his favor
for the missus
honey i do miss ya
but they dismissed us
so i'm drowning sorrows
at the mead bar
and tomorrow
casts sorrows
upon more
sorrows
i used to be
someone who
strived to be
a member
of the hive
but the sex pistols sang
god save the queen
the fascist regime
and now i'm in
between
being
to bee
or not
to bee
but word
has it that
there's work
down south
so i'm busy
buzzing
to pack to
go where
it's at
in
Brazil
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