Swarm!!!
On Saturday, I ran over their home,
With a push mower,
and they came out in defense,
the swarm,
They land on my shirt, my pants, in my hair.
Their stings are warm,
filled with itch and exultation.
The one on my head makes me dazed,
and I run through the yard shirtless.
We can both defend our homes, my friends,
but I won't sting you back.
With a push mower,
and they came out in defense,
the swarm,
They land on my shirt, my pants, in my hair.
Their stings are warm,
filled with itch and exultation.
The one on my head makes me dazed,
and I run through the yard shirtless.
We can both defend our homes, my friends,
but I won't sting you back.