I’m carrying a bee’s nest
Underneath my hat,
I’m riding on a rickshaw
Carrying my cap.
I’ve got a bag of piss
Hidden in my shorts,
Incontinent in the comment box,
Keypad fraught with warts.
I’m croaking like a day old
Chick hatched from an egg.
I’m flying without wings
Kicking chicken legs.
Left all my opinions
In school books long ago,
See a bath I bomb in it
Without dipping in my toe.
I’ll stand up for a notion,
Run before I walk,
See the red lights flashing,
Squawk before I talk.
I’m concealing an ant hill
On the pack upon my back,
Termites ate my library of
Truths, untruths and facts.
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