Oh little boykeeper,
You have boys swarming around you as if you are the queen.Oh little boykeeper,
The boys give you honey as gifts.Oh little boykeeper,
You wear a tough suit and a net hat, armed with smoke to quiet the boys.Oh little boykeeper,
Your net hat has a tear.Oh little boykeeper,
The boys are getting in.Oh little boykeeper,
It hurts doesn't it?Oh little boykeeper,
You didn't know that you don't have to be allergic to die from a boy sting if there are a bunch of boys stinging you.Oh little boykeeper,
Look at you, lying on the ground with welts on your face and boys in your clothes.Oh little boykeeper,
You look dead. That was quite a lot of boy stings.Oh little boykeeper,
The boys will see you in hell.

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Drowning In Reality
PoetryWe all need to dive into fantasy to keep ourselves from drowning in reality.