I step out onto the porch
to bask in the warmth of the sun
shining magnificently
on this side of the building.

A perfect spring day
instantly muted
by the slam of nature's mini-nail gun
tagging my left calf.

I hope it was a kamakazi mission.

Ouch.

they hurt.

*smile* Dig it.

pest!

I hate bees!

They usually can't catch me to sting me but this son-of-a-gun got me as soon as I stepped outside.

Mr. Bee felt the need to make your calf his tea.
He made his last mistake, thinking your calf his steak,,,lol
Sorry for your bite,,I had 33 of them at once--------once,,,lol

Ow!

That's why I hate them little bastards! I got swarmed once when I was young. Brother stepped on a mud wasps' nest with me trailing behind him in the woods. We were covered instantly! It was horrible!

Now I usually scream like a little girl and run flailing my arms like a crazy woman when they come flying around...sit still and they won't bother you, my arse!

i am a lyrical minded man,

i remember all the struggles i went thru the trouble was sought in piddles of blood the gun was miss used people dead and i'm stuck with issuse there not enough tissuse to soak up the tears controled by depression from all the years not enough effection so i bring fear clear to my peers outcasted by the crowd for my looks cause i was bumping them clowns loud instead of reading books they got me shook the innocent was took why do people have to be so crude can't they just stop and realize the truth that gangstas cry too