The worker bee hurries,
As the queen worries.
Like the underlings rush,
As the politicians hush.
The intensities of the world,
Seemingly more and more bold.
The everyday man,
With his everyday plan,
Has no idea what’s in store.
After the end, he’ll want no more,
Of this crazy little thing,
We like to call the War Machine.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 6:11 PM UTC
The worker bee hurries,
As the queen worries.
Like the underlings rush,
As the politicians hush.
The intensities of the world,
Seemingly more and more bold.
The everyday man,
With his everyday plan,
Has no idea what’s in store.
After the end, he’ll want no more,
Of this crazy little thing,
We like to call the War Machine.
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