Musings of the socially-impared bee.

I didn't want to be an outcast
shunned like my body stinks
but i suppose no one can trust
a bee who's black and pink.

It wasn't my idea,
that much i am sure
but how do i tell my peers
a strawberry fucked mummy dear.

So what if i quote shakespear
or listen to Sugar Ray
even if i bought them beer
the rest still kept me at bay.

No one knows the pain
of the bee thats black and pink
i guess it won't be a shame
to end this with a sting.