Premium Membership - Part 1

Write a long poem And get the premium membership for free Why is there always a criteria constructed by fellow bees But we always make it a challenge as we always aim to please Like writing a poem to rhyme nonsense or just to agree Can’t we all just express and articulate just to be free This constant battle of trying to compete Like gambling on a side walk or dancing in the street Some of us are just competitive by nature or have something to prove While others sit in silence, conteplating life and don’t care if they are approved Some of us were born in darkness and are a little sarcastic at times Like a little kid proving he can read by finishing this line. As you can probably tell by now this poem is nonsense and not going anywhere Just using a bunch of words, so you can have something to read like here and there Something to take your mind off of the tragedy in the world Like when you don’t know if you need to laugh or cry to be properly cared for or heard Like people sleeping in tents out in the streets while starving in the cold Like when you buy 40 Mcmuffins, but you know you don’t even make a dent and your mind feels like it is about to explode I’m getting off topic of this premium membership to b I get the feeling I already won’t be accepted like not having a degree Like spelling words accurlately to be taken seriously Or like having mental confusion and rhyming deliriously Whoops I’m getting off topic again or am I just trying to entertain Like someone serving you a glass of champayne Let’s all continue this labeling and box of criteria Like this world disease with a single dose of bacteria Like aids introduced into the world in 1981 To take out people who are gay when they just wanted to have fun Like when people tell you that racism doesn't exist When lynchings here in America, still actively persist Like when the world says people are not left behind But then you have innocent people doing selfless time Like when you have people in uniforms and in nonuniforms protroling the streets When a life can be taken by a single beat Like when people put their limbs in cages of wild animals Like when those animals are killed and we are suppose to just act casual Like chopping down 1,000’s of old trees While living in a capitalist world constructed by the same bees Like living in survival mode and being quiet to disrespect an abuse Because we are not going through it, its not my problem that seems to be the on-going excuse Go 2 PT2