Pocket Bees

It’s not quite the wiggle of a man with ants in his pants
Or the jiggle and the folly of a dad bod dance
I never miss a chance for prance performance
But today my pocket choice chose my comeuppance

It’s hard not to wince when they lovingly inject
And the world won’t appreciate my pleated secret
While paying for groceries it’s hard not to introspect
If the love of my pocket bees is incorrect?

Oh you can’t bring bees in here they said…
ya can’t bring bees in here.
But I pack my hex pockets full of honey and leaves
So I take my bees where I damn well please
OHHH I take my bee where I damn well please

blast through the doors quite confident(ial)
With the distraction of sustenance quite substantial
Buzzed for the 3 fish, 2 side special
Sir, ——— this is a hospital

Oh you can’t bring bees in here they said…
ya can’t bring bees in here.
But I pack hex pockets full of honey and leaves
So I take my bees where I damn well please
OHHH I take my bee where I damn well please

Turns out I’m allergic and my mind was foggy
“Too much bee venom” declares toxicology
My ears are thrumming about eschatology
And the docs are murmurating about histopathology

Oh you can’t bring bees in here they said…
ya can’t bring bees in here.
But I pack hexagonal pockets full of honey and leaves
So I take my bees where I damn well please
OHHH I take my bee where I damn well please

So my butt got wider, my bones dissolved
My glasses stop working as my eyes compound
Mouthparts start sucking, what the heck is that sound?
I turn my anteannae and head homeward bound

We don’t allow bees in here they said…
ya can’t be a bee in here.
I live in hex pockets full of honey and leaves
And I’ll buzz around where I damn well please
OHHH I’ll buzz around where I damn well please

Now I live in a pocket of a lumberjack
And I gotta think he hates all my buzzed feedback
But I’ve been places and have stories to unpack
A swift pat on the back is some sqaushy feedback

You can’t wash bees in here they said…
ya can’t wash bees in here.
I’ve got thorax and bee guts on my plaid warm sleeves
I’ll wash my bees where I damn well please
OHHHH I’ll wash my bees where I damn well please