Bees
The picture is painful to see
You've got the thing so small
That it's impossible to see
Oh we want to behold
But it eats at the edges
Oh we want it intact
But it encroaches and goes black
There is something afoot
There are movements in the dark
You can't look it in the eye
When it departs
Today you are the picture of peace
Staring down the image
Envisioning your glorious fucking bees
We've got a lot of work to do
But we should try and sleep
The bees will work
The bees will always be working
Writer/s: Colleen Collins, David White