I am a bumblebee
Dangerous and mean.
My mood is bad or evil,
Nothing in between.
I pick on other insects
I hate them even more.
I hate everything about this world.
Pain is what I adore.
I am a bumblebee
Dangerous, its true.
If you remain my friend,
I might just sting you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem