Bees with the sting of an equation of 2.
Exoskeleton black fiberglass,
Their sting is oblivion.
The sting is inevitable.
The rash is the solution to the equation,
Crackling light bulb pop of a dead bee.
Foyer of flowers attracts them all.
Obsidian swarms of fiberglass bees,
Droves like humming florescent light.
Unwanted in public places.
Unavoidable in public places.
Morse Code of information.
Ringing wineglass cycle of routine.
Dance, little bee, dance,
Your little legs tink against the hardwood hive.
Dance little bee, dance,
When even the Queen does not notice you.