Honey Bee Suicide

Honey Bee Suicide

Buzzin’ like a honey bee,
with my cousins in a family tree,
whole hive here we’re high here,
it’s a honey bee suicide affair still we have no fear,

we drive ourselves to sexual suicide,
in pursuit of the queen bee,
drenched in honey so sticky,
all allure no cure for this sick society,

see,

as a society,
we are so lost,
there’s a variety of insobriety,
contrary anxieties and souls sold at almost no cost,
praising false idols,
and buying fake dreams at a bargain basement low cost,

we are so lost,

we get our aspirations,
from what’s seen on the big screen,
while we careen off course staring at the little screen,
movie, TV, laptop, cell phone screens,
sleep walking in a fading sun setting day dream,
you have to be asleep to believe the American Dream,
“Wake up!” the voice from inside your head screams,
feeling trapped as a sardine eating my greens wearing Diesel jeans,
a figurine in a obscene routine dining on a cuisine of themed schemes,
drinking in a steady stream of vaccines and corporate cow machine cream,
amped off of amphetamines trapped in limousines,
tranced out in tangerine dreams,

honey sweet as sin but God damn that bee sting sure stings,

shot with a shot of hyper venom,
from the cock hidden within his designer denim,
shots shot in rapid fire succession,
as our desires take us higher so high scrape my head on the sky I swear we’re in heaven,

in flight,

making love,
in mid-air,
grasp the queen,
and as soon as he entered,
his penis explodes,
with such epic pressure,
that the force makes,
the tip of his penis rupture,

and it’s left behind inside the queen,
inseminating the queen bee from the inside,
then He free falls to the ground exhausted,
then dies now that’s what I call a honey bee suicide,

so no seat belt is strong enough to save you,
if you too choose to ride,
but there’s one thing I can guarantee you,
that this is life so you better live before you die,

right?

Been true to everyone except yourself,
blacking out in a white out,
you lose your memories in a blizzard,
lick the lizard outside going insane when every night is a night out,

right now,
you are,
right there,
where you are,

buzzin’ like a honey bee,
with my cousins in a family tree,
whole hive here we’re high here,
it’s a honey bee suicide affair still we have no fear,

we drive ourselves to sexual suicide,
in pursuit of the queen bee,
drenched in honey so sticky,
all allure no cure for this sick society,

we are all related we are all sedated,
still I’m wishing you all the best wishes,
albeit belated or premeditated,
best to wish you the best before you’re swimming with fishes,

no murder,
not homicide,
focus focus,
how do you die?

Can only be defined,
by the coroners report,
sure you took your own life,
but if it was drugs then what sorts?

An unjustified sexual suicide,
you do just to provide,
yourself with a way out,
everything’s overrated including this life,

in too deep need a way out,

way out,
on that ledge,
she’s telling me to jump,
telling me to wake up from the walking dead,

don’t push me I’m close to the edge,
I’m trying not to lose my head,

wake up,
jump!

“Wake up!” the voice from inside your head screams,
you have to be asleep to believe the American Dream,

be alive,
like bees in a hive,
or these when we vibe,
please we’re so high,

buzzin’ like a honey bee,
with my cousins in a family tree,
whole hive here we’re high here,
it’s a honey bee suicide affair still we have no fear…

∆ Aaron La Lux ∆

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