A killer bee,
Trying his best to hunt.
He goes flying, over the flowers, over the trees and below people.
Tree people never climb down. Because they are afraid.
Buzzzz... Buzzz....
The bees, they are deadly.
The bee finally found his prey, killed him. The flower is dry and dead now.
Tree people can climb down now. Because the flowers are dead.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoetryIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
