Cling to the slip
thats going to the end
takes where you want
things do or don't
things will and won't
So silently the honey
your lies drip into
the eyes of your children
Making the world...so sweet
The honey dries
cracks
children see slivers
of reality
then the bees come
and eat away
hurt and stray
poison and scorn
making the children old
old and naked
seeing death and poverty
in the new back yard. | 
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