Petition for Dissolution: Poetry Month, Day 3
And on the day that I was served I found the bee that had gotten in. I watched its uneven flight, Watched its fat body fight against the windows. Then I used my houseshoe to Slam its being into oblivion. I left the papers and the corpse where they lay And quietly continued about my day.
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