They say, wounds are self-inflicted,
Happening in our Bee Hive.
We clash because we’re conflicted,
Lacking the want, desire and drive.
It’s so easy to blend into the fabric,
Don’t try and reach very far.
Hold onto all those bad habits,
Keep oneself under the radar.
The Workers work hard and prevail,
Sustaining the cash flow.
While Drones ride their coat tails,
Take it easy, and take it slow.
The Workers take time from their kids,
Work weekends and thru the night.
Drones don’t give a flying fig,
Party hard, stay out till dawn’s light.
The Queen, herself, is no better.
Just no accountability.
Sets a very bad example,
Workmanship so shabby.
Call her Captain of the S.S. Flounder,
A ship’s course in circles set sail.
Climb aboard all you complacent,
Don’t care if you sink and fail.
For me I\'ll buzz for a time,
Help produce a lot of sweet honey.
Do my work and never mind,
Turn the sticky stuff into money.