More of the classics

BAGS: full of dirt.
MEN: full of pride.
WALKING: to their homes.
FEEDING: their honey to
The rocks.
Lenses magnify the patterns in
Your corrupt business
You may not sell
The honey to
US, it
Is full of stingers, and the folk singer's
Guitar strings. Return to the nest, the hive, your
Home. There is no place for you in
The blue shade room.
There have been too many loves lost to that bed.
Take your honey pots elsewhere...

To the Nile\\