How Could This Bee?
These walls are all white These walls are all white
No need for my eyes' rods or cones
Your laughter's as mute as a chuckling wight's
Now drowned by the buzzing of drones
Who pollinate doubt and spread their disease
A yammering, contagious lie
Told for belief to ears stuffed with gauze
As they bounce 'round the combs of their hives
I should've painted the rock with a message of truth
While you were still true to this world
We laughed at ourselves; creatures of habit
A boy with the handsomest girl
"Who livened this party and wore these bright socks?!
Who said you can be who you are?"
"I'm just here for the chips and I think she's the stripper"
Our candor was doomed to go far
So...what could undo us?
Some Cancerous Crab, waiting in ambush
Nestled and sly 'twixt the stars
A fate worse than death, or maybe just like it
Was written in thread through your scarves
Now you go, I stay
And it's back to the party
I'm so bored I could bash out my brains
I wait for my end as others snap pictures
Developed, they all look the same
