The Land of Milk and Honey

May 24, 2019

I became old when the honeycomb becomes too waxy to eat

When the queen bee becomes a tyrant

And you start to feel bad for the bees

When I got tired of swimming through the land of milk and honey

So I drowned

But I couldn't afford the medical bills

So I swam

I became old when I stopped to drink the milk and honey

But the milk tasted too expensive and the honey wasnt sweet.

So I swam in new seas

Settled for almond milk and a couple of spoonfuls of manuka honey

And It wasn't just good it was divine

When I wanted success

But it wasn't a craving

I desired enough milk and honey

to share

My speech stopped stinging

and started soothing

My black and yellow skin

became golden

I stopped to smell the roses

because I felt like it

My lips dripped black and white truth

My mind craved sweet sweet knowledge

And it all became worth it.

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