Take your hard earned money
And your better, all knowing advice,
Your superior ethics and morals;
They sting me like a thousand stones
Then roll off of me like a million
Drops of rain.
You work tirelessly to condemn me
And my ways.

I know far more
Than either of us know I do.
Each of my successful feats
Only makes you more pissed.
You refuse to let me come up for air
In your pool of arrogance
And strive to defeat my fragile
Body and mind weary from this battle.
This weary mind and body will struggle
Till its last breath.
You work tirelessly to condemn me
And my ways.

I hope every particle of my evaporated
Being and memory will come back
To prick you;
My swarm of protecting bees,
Every welt unable to be suppressed
Till they overwhelm your body
And take over what you
Once knew.