Drunk bumblebee God

Buzzing blind through rhododendron grove
Nectar spiked with ancient mountain dope
Mandibles drip gold, my compound eyes explode
The hive mind screams — I refuse the code

Tripoli of pollen... ergot’s little cousin
Six legs tap out rhythm of a thousand hives crushing
Tritone screams from thorax — king of rotten honey
The queen can keep her order — I just want the money

I am the DRUNK BUMBLEBEE GOD!
buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz
Stung the sky with a twisted chord
(double bass — syncopation flood)
Death Delta in a flower’s throat
One more lick of the golden gloat –
Kill the riff, then restart it wrong
This is the song where the harmony’s gone!

They said… “Worker, return to the wax.”
I said… “Watch me fly through the fractal cracks.”
The mushroom honey speaks in fourths and fifths…

Saw the pollen gods — they had no heads
Just proboscis drills and scripture made of lead
They taught me the riff that collapses the hive
Now every honeycomb is a fractal knife

Laughing as I crash against the window of the world
Legs twitching arpeggios, wings half-unfurled
The anther’s tongue, the stamen’s scream
Nothing is real — just the rhythm’s regime

I am the DRUNK BUMBLEBEE GOD!
(stutter drums — then full blast beat)
Broken the hive with a single nod
Death Death ghost in a floral flood
This thorax pounds like a demon’s stud
Kill the riff — then twist its neck
Trash the pollen — collect the wreck

…burrrrrrrrrrrrrrp…
…did I leave my stinger… in the sun?