I, Queen Beatrice Bee III,
have blessed thee
with a harsh sting to the tongue.
I've blessed you by allowing
you to taste
the felicity and pleasure
that is of my buttocks,
And I have blessed you
human,
with knowledge
I have stopped you
human,
before you made mistakes,
before you used
your tongue as a gun
and claimed the name "murderer".
I have stopped you
human,
before you became
a cowardly
thief in the night,
you act as an assassin,
using instagram as your mask,
and with your
revolver tongue
you shoot those
you would never dare cross.
Behind your
computer screen,
in front of your Iphone,
you deem yourself
as some sort of God,
smiting those you believe
are below you.
However,
when you leave your home
human,
when your face
is exposed for all to see,
when your invincibility
is but a memory,
you are powerless.
Human, be grateful,
I have blessed you
with not only
a silenced tongue,
but a mind
brewing with intellect
and common sense.
Remember
that you catch
more flies with honey,
and not with
the nasty pieces
of spinach in between your teeth,
close your mouth human,
and open your mind.
And stop your crying.
I didn't sting
you that badly,
simply rub
some ice on it
and you be fine.
....Cry baby
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Galaxies Away
PoetryA collection of poems, A highway to freedom, A gate to new world, A rocket to other galaxies.