Queen Bee


Prithee tell me, high school

When does it stop being cool

To kiss the Queen Bee's feet?

She may be full of honey

But she's anything but sweet.

Her eyes shine much like diamonds

But her soul is full of coal—

Her Coach purse logo shining,

It's meaning an empty hole.

For a moment she's on top,

But come graduation day

Her reapings will be naught.

And then the underdogs

Will shine before her rot.




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