B for Better
If a bumbly bee could sit you on his knee
He’d squish you some cuddles one, two, three
He’d buzz your around till your face had glee
A few flights in the air above his tree
The journey of a doodle monkey living with depression
If a bumbly bee could sit you on his knee
He’d squish you some cuddles one, two, three
He’d buzz your around till your face had glee
A few flights in the air above his tree
It lingers in the air like a big blue pear
It stays in your hair like it just don’t care
It’s the skin beneath my wind, who’s never once sinned
It’s the particles of my mind, seeping from my behind
It’s a duster away from ending it’s day
From a tragic misfortune, from the eye of a baboon
Around the sun in a fish, flattened more than a squish
I’ll be depressed if I must, my mind is my favourite dust… Read the rest