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Array ( [sid] => 67683 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Busy Bees and the Filthy Ground [time] => 2004-10-16 12:48:44 [hometext] => [bodytext] => “Buzz Buzz Buzz” said the busy Bee.
He hovered around my face and I tried swatting him away
But he refused to leave
He promised me the sweetest honey in the forest if I followed him to his hive
Temptation got the best of me and so into the woods we ventured

“If you let me sting you I’ll give you a drop”
The deal seemed fair so I exposed my arm allowing him to proceed
I cried out in pain as my flesh blistered and burned
“Be a man,” he said, handing me the drop of honey I desired
I consumed it and boy did it taste sweet.

After I swallowed I immediately felt an eruption
The ground shook violently like in a devastating quake.
I had woken the swarm.
They kept stinging me and I kept letting them
Even though the honey was losing its flavor

I became immune to the bee stings
They didn’t hurt me anymore and the honey tasted fowl.
Until they stung my eyes
I was blind and demanded my next drop
I took it but this drop was too sweet

I collapsed to the ground and into the filthy mud
I reached my bleeding hands out for their help
But the bees flew away
They never cared about me in the first place
They left me alone to die

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Busy Bees and the Filthy Ground

Contributed by subgenius on Saturday, 16th October 2004 @ 12:48:44 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse



“Buzz Buzz Buzz” said the busy Bee.
He hovered around my face and I tried swatting him away
But he refused to leave
He promised me the sweetest honey in the forest if I followed him to his hive
Temptation got the best of me and so into the woods we ventured

“If you let me sting you I’ll give you a drop”
The deal seemed fair so I exposed my arm allowing him to proceed
I cried out in pain as my flesh blistered and burned
“Be a man,” he said, handing me the drop of honey I desired
I consumed it and boy did it taste sweet.

After I swallowed I immediately felt an eruption
The ground shook violently like in a devastating quake.
I had woken the swarm.
They kept stinging me and I kept letting them
Even though the honey was losing its flavor

I became immune to the bee stings
They didn’t hurt me anymore and the honey tasted fowl.
Until they stung my eyes
I was blind and demanded my next drop
I took it but this drop was too sweet

I collapsed to the ground and into the filthy mud
I reached my bleeding hands out for their help
But the bees flew away
They never cared about me in the first place
They left me alone to die





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Re: Busy Bees and the Filthy Ground (User Rating: 1 )
by a_bear on Saturday, 16th October 2004 @ 01:03:43 PM AEST
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good write. that's the way it is with promises..


Re: Busy Bees and the Filthy Ground (User Rating: 1 )
by theMoth on Saturday, 16th October 2004 @ 01:21:22 PM AEST
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Pretty cool.
Like the use of
the bee and the swarm.
Put to good use.

--Mothy


Re: Busy Bees and the Filthy Ground (User Rating: 1 )
by Alina on Sunday, 17th October 2004 @ 01:40:19 PM AEST
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Great Write. I loved how this was a metaphorical poem with such intensity.
This poem reminds me of myself and some friends who have struggled with heroin. Keep
up the talented and inspiring writes.
ALINA


Re: Busy Bees and the Filthy Ground (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 17th October 2004 @ 05:13:20 PM AEST
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You have a talent for impressing me, as well as writing powerful analogies. As for the message - who needs Nancy Reagan?

This should be read by kids who want to be stupid enough to try smack.


Re: Busy Bees and the Filthy Ground (User Rating: 1 )
by Solnubis on Friday, 14th January 2005 @ 09:12:50 PM AEST
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This was a deep read and felt the pain and dispair.




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