I watched with gleeful eyes,
And observed in fascination,
The natural performance
Of swarms of metallic bees.
Rising in community,
As the new buds of spring.
Bright and rusty
As the iron sand at beaches
I can hear their angry engines
Approach the wicked weeds
And with arm-sized scissors
Execute their growing evil
Pollination was complete.
The now violent and ruthless swarm
Slowly entered an anarchist state
Of complete disarray
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