The Vegetable World - Poem by Morgan Michaels
Who owns it,
the vegetable race?
or the bee that pollinates?
Frankly, it seems too easy
sitting in one place
and I am not to blame
that flower power culminates in pain;
or that by the self-same token
every shaken pleasure taken
seems the kind of work in which,
soon or late,
all joys eventuate.
So I choose bees. Somewhat arbitrarily, ok,
but then, I'm probably biased.
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