Syd

Centipede

I often have a rare flower in mind...

 

Honey bees feed 
Flowers cross pollinate 
Germinate and breed...

 

Yet all I get is the stench... 

 

The wasps polluting a picnic...
A sugar soaked sticky bench 
Swatted away 
The hot tempered drinking...

 

Binging all day
A bad example I lead
A lemur in the jungle 
Chewing on a toxic centipede 
Exhausted and bored 
I fall to the cool forest floor 
Mother nature will take me

 

Surrendered.... 

 

A defenceless baby 
Mother nature
Will reincarnate me 
Make me suffer 
Once more 
I am a slave to the truffle....


Mother nature\'s wild boar