Bees

The bees, they’re dying out

I think

I haven’t researched it

But a pretty girl with a clipboard and

A septum piercing that danced diamonds in the daylight

Told me that bees were dying and asked me to sign

Something

I didn’t read it

I signed my name to it though. I want her to think I’m cool

I think

The bees dying out

would ruin us all

Glorious pollinators

Don’t leave me in

A barren grey wasteland

Of oatmeal

Would oats still grow?

What relies on bees?

Bees

I offer a gift

Take my body

Swarm on me

Cover me in a blanket made of yourselves

Crawl down my mouth

Fill me with honey

Let it overflow out my ears

Let my death be a sweet sweet song

That attracts bears