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I redact my former statement

File it under a collage of work beess

Who are hell bent on being the bees knees

Cautioning the caretakers to take care of the cautionary tales

In one more instance they will remember

But since the pages are blackened out with black pitch

No one can say for sure who said what and why they said it

Determined to stir the hive the drones set out

Collecting up suspicious suspects

Damming them all to dawdle in place

Sidestepping the sidestep, while they collect dust and fall to pieces

Sleeping on park benches while masturbating in church yards

Oblivious to their abominable behavior 

And in the hereafter Lucifer didn't care

And God Almighty didn't care enough to step off of his mount

When the people, those insects, starting stinging the mail men

For delivering them bad news

They wanted headlines that were clean and proper

Like the ones I took away from them before

Here in the wool that was pulled over their eyes the truth lies

It wasn't for nothing that no one got anywhere

We were to busy being done in by imagined wrongs

Where in we made our gravest mistakes

Thinking we were anything but strong

Heaven sent us what it could

As the workers turned into soldiers

And carried rifles on their shoulders

Listening to me mimicking the king

Who really was but the man behind the curtain

Sitting in his own filth and sucking his thumb

So savor this moment while you die for lost causes

When you battle to your wits end and keep on keeping on

Experiencing a long ago foretold prophecy

Flipping through pages as you channel surf to words you want

And we the bees knees keep on going in

Slaving away what we need to slave away

That we might trade our measely wage

For a slice of cheesey bread

Clamoring and spitting on the other

When we all are garbage men

Why do we feel the need to envy one another