WORK IN PROGRESS
Fear for the almighty bee
And not his fearful symmetry
For nothing will remain
With no apiary gain, you see
This is a pollination nation
It's not just reiteration
Pollution state of confusion
Collapsing colonization
It's like they tasing every phase we in
Don't even know where to begin
Loose ends need tying up again
Cause lose this battle, it's the end
Don't mean to be a Doomsdayer
A modern-day soothsayer
Or Buffy the Good Vibe Slayer
Just playin' it concerned, player
Cause nothing now could be truer
Than this rising level of manure
We're in, kinda like Jim Breuer
After imbibing too much Kahlua
So time to cross the Rubicon
Time to get our conquer on
Like “All hail Caesar!”, pre-non don
‘Fore too long it's all long gone
(Girl, you know what time it is)