I am a member of society
I am a trapped bumblebee
In a half empty bottle of coca-cola
Pleading for someone to rescue me
The escape is narrow and high
Though I can see through plastic panes
I buzz around in circles all day
To stimulate my simple brain
My species is harmonic
Slaves to the joys of life
Living in dynamic equilibrium
With know knowledge of pain or strife
I wish I could be with the queen
So magnificent and so large
I wish for just one day
I could get out and be in charge
I’d destroy coca-cola and her allies
And rid the world of hate
I’d sting every one in my way
Making them deflate
I am not a murderer
I’d just kill those who disobey
I’d make my own religion
And have a daily buffet
Oh no! (shakes head) I’m just as bad
As the people that trapped me in here
To think such cruel things
My good intentions seemed so clear
I guess I’m rendered powerless
To my status in this life
(drafting end of this stanza)
Oh how I long to get out!
It’s so humid and small in here
But the sweet drink below me
Is so much easier, and so damn near
The bubbles are dark and violent
But I need their strength to survive
Just one little sip, to drown my sorrows
Of being trapped in this synthetic hive
My antennae recepts danger
And signals relentlessly warn me
To resist the temptation now
Before my soul is sold to thee
My thirst for comfort overpowers
My logic and my sense
And I have tricked myself
Into temporary pleasure pretence
I gorge and I fill
Until my body is plump
But still I drink on
for my growing materialistic hump
I am worse off than I began
How I thought that could never be
I’ve lost what little left
I had inside of me
I am dizzy with fatigue
And my blood pressure is high
I’m on Ritalin too
But the stuff just makes me cry
But suddenly my eyes are opened
And I can see there are many like me
6 billion in the same predicament
6 billion buzzing bees!
I try to shout a warning
To strive collectively for that gap
But then I lose my footing…
And I’m engulfed in the syrupy black
