Queen Bee Poem by Sandra Dodd

penetration into the female mystic
demystifying me for your belief
modern world is changing me
I am now my own queen bee
not all queens want adoration

simple to comprehend
not to good to be true
made my own money
have a gun for self protection
just want a drip of drones dew

if it is tasty perhaps some buzzing
no hive or any of that jive
just the rubbing of the thoraxes
and then shew shew shew
like ya’ but ya’ got to fly away
before the next day,
thanks for the dew