Life Suckers
Life is danger hidden in the happy face of a rose
Which coyly sits there, no harm imposed
Bloody the wrist and drink a drop
And the bees may sip from the honeyed pot
For We are all the bees
Pollinating the infertile trees
Though among these are the ones which fly with a greater
Ease
On a meandering rampage
Buzzing boisterously by
Sucking life with a straw
Laughing between their teeth
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