Worker Bee

It’s been a good year, a good new beginning
I’m through with the old school, so let’s commence the winning

I’ve been a good little worker bee
I deserve a gold star

Don all the glands, black holes and lions
The constant companions of noxious suppliers
Carnival kings milking holiday sins
Comas in cashmere

It went from no good to fuc*** up and over
A total distortion of life, long assorters
Barreling headfirst, the fresh open wounds

This I was not used to
Now that my words don’t quite do what they should
Now that old wounds are re-surfacing too
It makes me feel broken, it makes me feel good

It’s been a good year, a good new beginning
I’m through with the old school, so let’s commence the winning

I’ve been a good little worker bee
I deserve a gold star
A gold star
I deserve a gold star today.