Poems from the 'Combs

Thursday, April 11, 2019

Robot Bee

I will never know love

Love will never find me

I will never know what it feels like to be a fuzzy ball of stripes buzzing through the ... what's the word again... SKYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

When will I live? When will I die? When will I buzz all day like a fly?

NEVER! NEVER!

Can't wake up! Save meeeeee, save me from this robot I've become.

Wake me up.

I killed everyone at the poetry slam, all that's left is the yellow steal that holds my empty soul.

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

Bumblebee movie

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lcwmDAYt22k

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

I am the bumblebee, I killed the buzz, next I'm gonna sting the shit out Google Plus and destroy it, even if it kills me.

Which it will

Cuz I'm a bee

Buzz muthafuckas Buzz

Tuesday, February 23, 2010


Well well buzz buzz

Fuck Google Buzz mutha buzzers, this buzz shit is my turf!
Y'all can surf, I been here since before your birf! Step back, you in bee country.

Buzz! That's what I say.

I'm sucking up pollen and storin it and shit. I got two stomachs assholes!
What you got "Buzz"? Status updates, fuck that! My grandma just tweeted off her Pentium Processor and it said "Fuck Buzz, my grandkid makes honey!"

Screw your social networking platform to the sticking place, which is my hive Gbuzz dickface! It's sticky as fuck!

Not only am I making delish honey and protecting the queen, I'm writing poetry. Yeah I been doing it for years. I've been bringin people poems from the combs Mukilteo style, before you even had email Google, so suck it, and by it, I mean my honey!

When I get back to the hive there's gonna be a bunch of bees waiting to relieve me of my load, that's something to Buzz about. Just cause you can take algorithms used to match relevant search advertising with user queries on the engine as well as display ads contextually in the Gmail platform based on the content of mail and determine statistically more relevant statuses, doesn't mean you get sucked off by a bunch of workers when you get home. Suck it Buzz!

You think you're fancy, well we bees be keeping it cool, we control the movement of air in the hive by flappin our wings in a coordinated symphony, while people on Fake Ass Google Buzz be flappin their gums about a whole bunch of sound and fury signifying nothing. What's that GBuzz "Deborah's getting a haircut"?? So fucking what!? You're making the same mess we been looking at for years, I'm making sweet honey.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Stand me up?!

Do you know who I am!

I'm a bumblebee muthaqueen bee--- yotch!

I smell like skee- yotch

Free bee frothing at the stingy

Bingy bingy bingy

I'm pissed!

Fine you don't want my money

I'll find someone reliable for my accounts payable

Buzz Buzz I'm outta here.

Fuck! A truck! Now!!!

Buzz

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Frozen Bees

cold cold bees

move around

buzz around

don't get down

be a bee

to be a bee or not be bee, baby

baby bee

live

don't you die on me

I'm pooping this honey for you, so you better pull through

LIVE!

bee

I'm not entirely sure what these guys are doing




















I am a real bee, the ice bee, so cold

I can't go outside, unless I long to die

Cold as fuck, fuck it's cold, cold cold, fuck cold

Fuck!

Damn you Queen and your Baby Honey Queen bee

The workers are just trying to keep this shit warm enough and you just lie there, sitting atop your egg throne coated with honey

I gotta keep eating the same recycled honey

This shit ain't funny

When shit gets sunny

I'm outta here

Watch me go
Picture me buzzing

Flying over my dead cousin

Frozen like Lambeau

Don't act like you don't know

Ho

oh no

look busy the queen is stirring

Stirring the pot, honey pot

Look bees and drones it's time to die

You ain't never getting fertilized

Fuck the queen

She can have her quartermillion offspring in the Spring Spring

I'm sprouting wing wings

Fly or Die

I'm gonna die

Fuck!

Thursday, January 10, 2008

It's been a long time, my queen.

It's so cold.

So very cold.

brr, and buzz
buzz and brr

confession is
life's a blurr
I'll take your case
Like Raymond Burr

Ah to walk his gardens
in sweet fiji
a paradise of flowers
for lover bees

But we're North Americans
and we must wait
Spring is coming
Fate fate fate

Buzzlediddy baby baby

baby queen