Busy
Busy
Busy
All the damned time
Bees, at least, work amid flowers
They fly
They feast on sweetness
I am simply
Busy
Busy
Busy
Working while I
Try to find work
So that I can work just
One job
And that's the dream
One job
One that stays
One in which
I can stay
And so be less
Busy
Busy
Busy
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