A slight tweaking of an older poem:
Busy, busy Jared Flea,
Busy, busy as a bee
Buzzing 'round the meadow's fare
Of reddened brick and smoggy air,
Working till he needs some sleep
Within his hive, his hold, his keep,
Upon a bed of emptied honey
Lined with sheets of absent money.
Jared, Jared, sleeps away,
Prepping for another day.
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you're living in the past. nigga.
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