Pass the Jazzizzle
Bees. An ode to Hamlet, I suppose.
Bees.
Lots of bees.
Swarms of bees.
Right Behind you.
Bees.
Tons of bees.
Swarming bees.
Look behind you.
See
See those bees.
They’re getting closer.
Look behind you.
No!
Don’t look now.
They might see you looking.
Try to act casual.
Quick–
Get in the car!
Get in the car!
Roll up the window!
Now drive!
Drive away!
Start the engine!
Get away from
Be-ing
Everything
They want of me
Instead of being
All the things
Inside of me.
Look out for those
Bees.
Bees.
Swarming out
Sent by Satan
Or maybe Satan Satan.
From the hives
In the depths
Inside the shadows
Liquid darkness.
Keep
Your head up out
Away from clouds
‘Cause they are full of
Bees.
Deadly stingers
Only sting one time
But there are millions of them.