I accidentally took an overdose (slight) of one of my medications,
so perhaps I'm over-reacting, but here is a parting poem.
 
This is art, not "hate mail":
 
Bees have no hearts
They only stings
Your Queen has wings, but
My mind has wings,
Bee people have no hearts
 
except the bee-myth lady and the bees in space person
 
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ashamed that my name stands for "bee pollen," but I suppose I've been treated
as bees treat pollen, picked up along the way from afresh ideal flower, and
kicked off like dust from their feet.
 
adieu cruel world of bees