F***** is fleeting...be all you can bee

A fallacy,and farce  
gave wake to a spark  
A years old lie,  
ignition to flight  
A force fed nuzzle  
a broken muzzle  
Confessions of a drone  
with a heart made of stone  
Formerly a worker bee  
with no focus,but task  
Now a heart has grown  
but also,a grinning mask  
Not without task,  
a task in itself  
Bees know their stings,  
only kill themselves.  
 
Unless you're allergic..  
then everybody dies.  
Enjoy your day.