Queen Bee

She sits on her throne

High and mighty,

Never over thrown,

Seemly mighty.

Lies and deception,

That’s her romance.

Her lover to be?

The next decision.

Her organized payments,

She’s raising the charge

And requiring more

Of the worker bees’ yards.

 

She thirsts for more honey

From the worker bees.

They break their backs

And lend their wings,

Taking stings.

They say, “What does this bring?”

 

Desperation rings,

civil-societyCausing ridiculous flings;

The hive as a whole

Continually downgrading.

But nature will forever sing

Long live the Queen Bee.

She sits on her throne

High and mighty,

Never over thrown,

Seemly mighty.

Lies and deception,

That’s her romance.

Her lover to be?

The next decision.

Her organized payments,

She’s raising the charge

And requiring more

Of the worker bees’ yards.

 

She thirsts for more honey

From the worker bees.

They break their backs

And lend their wings,

Taking stings.

They say, “What does this bring?”

 

Desperation rings,

Causing ridiculous flings;

The hive as a whole

Continually downgrading.

But nature will forever sing

Long live the Queen Bee.

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