Worker Bee

It’s been a good year
A good new beginning
I’m through with the old school
So let’s commence the winning
I’ve been a good little worker bee
I deserve a gold star

Gone all the glad hands
The black holes and lions
The constant companions of noxious suppliers

Carnival kings milking holiday sins
Comas in cashmere

It went from no good
To fucked up and over
A total distortion
Why all your sodas

Barreling headfirst the Fresh opened wounds
Which I was not used to

Now that my words don’t quite do what they should
Now that old wounds are resurfacing too
It makes me feel broken,
It makes me feel good

It’s been a good year
A good new beginning
I’m through with the old school
So let’s commence the winning

I’ve been a good little worker bee
I deserve a gold star
A gold star
I deserve a gold star
(Today)