Tell Me, Honey Bee Poem by John Sensele

Tell me, sweetness, why you yell at my manifesto
Treating me with much contempt in an attempt in your tent
To freak me out and convulse my confidence presto
When I decide you can keep your cipher for my repute can't brook a dent.

Tell me, lass, why you pull my bull by his horns
Treating me like I was a nonentity in your pretty pond
Where somehow I elect to swim my whims despite thorns
That prick my pride as my bride from a royal ride chooses to abscond.

Tell me, bimbo, why you me leave with pimples in limbo
Treating me like I deserve no reserve to access your preserves
Which drive me insane as I strive to serve on you a salient symbol
Of the love overflowing from my heart as you nibble at my nerves.

Tell me, honey bee, why you reject without respect the colour of my money
Treating me like stacks of my bucks mean to bribe your tribe
Which queers my pitch and switches on spears of fear, honey,
When all we desire is conjugal confirmation from a Kitwe City Council scribe.