The tension,
it's growing and piling
and winning and taking me
over to spilling,
and there is no telling
when it'll be filling.
For nearly an hour
I'm trying to win
this whole thing.
With the me
and the quarter to three –
fuck! It's late
and I'm wasting these
moments of sweet
mellow sleep
for the recycled trees
that I'm writing on.
Maybe they'll see
that it's me,
yes indeed,
it's important to do
all these deeds
that are placed upon me
but eventually
I will plead
with the queen
of the bees
just to leave
me with me
and the peace
that I need.
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