Monopoly
so many heads,
all around babbling
heads
so many heads
and so little of
anything else
chirping and running
do the constant heads
rushing to dine,
to be seen by all
other heads
" LOOK AT ME "
nothing seems to get done.
except, a
sprouted building,
a new road,
a new TV,
a new phone
but the heads still whine
pouting their masks
heads leach to
the honey
just
fly bee,
fly
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