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Oh darling,
there’s something in the air tonight,
and it’s
bugs,
clouds of ’em,
bloodsuckas,
flies
on your tongue
and bees at your elbows;
oh darling
better run
or you’ll get stung
except
running
makes the bees
chase you with a hunger
so you’re better off
chucking the dozen roses
as a distraction
and taking shelter
in the nearest building
but there’s something in the air tonight,
yes, a fresh breeze
through the trees
and over the sunset lake
whispers
that the nearest shelter
is a seven-hour hike
down the mountain,
and the tent–
well
better hope you brought
another dozen roses
to give you time
to dive inside
and zip up the door
before anything joins you
all the night.