Song of the bee-eater … v3

I believe in birds
, not bees

, nor wasps

, nor hornets:

god is a bee

without a chair

each i fly i find him in thin air

his butterfly arms the wildly waving about

, for he the must the never the still.


I alight I nod I sleep I steal | pierce I split I preen | rape I thieve, and,

when it will, I believe.

Now let’s see where we be:

I am the bee-eater


, i’m gunning for you


for to crush against a tree.

take it

take it

, well

, take it like a man

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