Free Cee Let the Bees Be

LET THE BEES BE I was ordered to surrender by someone who used to be so tender and i've changed my face so many times before while exiting an iron clad door I sat in a seat of deadened wood dried by the ages and read a yellowed newspaper while turning pages each page showed me shadows of yesterday but none had much of importance to say I read of death and destruction and more needless concrete construction cows used to sleep where iron now rises and a heard of men in the mistiness of many disguises and so she asked me to wave a white flag but I wouldn't raise a faded denim rag I had to leave before her unpleasant pleas and that's when I discovered that love can sting like a million Mexican yellow bees © 2012......PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~