Shit Sticks

The bees, they buzz for me,

Cause my name is honey,

And the birds, they chirp in my honor,

Cause I’m fly.

Everything knows my greatness,

Except for you with all your lateness,

Still tryna figure out,

I am, that I am.

I’m breeze brushing your lobes,

The rocks underneath ya feet,

Your stance I stabilize,

And still you don’t know who I am.

You better ask the bees,

Get some advice from birds,

Have a sit with the breeze,

Maybe the rocks have a word.

But whatever they tell you,

It won’t be more true than this,

I’m the shit that never leaves,

You might want to get to know me.

By Badilisho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com

Morning Honey

I am rising with the sun,

With your aroma on my tongue,

Bees would be jealous, and

Earl Grey would have something to say.

I’m the lucky one here,

I get to taste you,

Lay next to you,

My morning honey.

There’s plenty I can do without,

Like coffee,

Like tea,

But I can’t do without my morning honey.

By Badilisho

http://ibwriting.blogspot.com