The Honey of Minority

I forsake my curse, cause' the red wine, be bitter of my blood, from this "tree" vine, but no bee colonized by themselves like me, like me my buzz was cut off, and I imitated what I saw, connecting hives to honey, giving kindness for petunias, and compassion for tulips, and all I plead is to have a "buzz" for when no buzzing leads to doubt, but Queen Bee doesn't even admit to withered summers, when honeysuckle was free amongst workers lips, so please! please!, submit my heart mind and soul for lacking laborers, and no lips give honey, from suckle never to me, and now she tells me "always accept your position where you are at little bee," so I happened, just a springs yawn to fly away, don't you know, "honey- child", no one would eat biscuits and miss a sting from molasses, ha ha ha!!! I flew away, seas to end where mountains trace sins, I flew away and gave away all my pollen