*How Could This Bee?

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