Friend, foe..
Those you know..
May stab you in the back..
The smiles they give..
The drinks, the cheers!
Yet loyal sense they lack..
Oh!
What horror it brings..
To forsake thy brains..
with words of empty deeds..
So pick up thy staff..
and then place thyself..
in thy worthiest of armory.

Honeybee..
© ShaySade