My bees do the work
Taking my mind
To make their honey
And push it through my mouth
To be collected
By their keepers
Whom I cannot see
They hold me still for extraction
They watch me sleep
Incase my bees try to leave
Through my ears at night
But
My bees love me
They need me
For their honey
They'll buzz for me until
They've taken all I have
And then
They'll buzz
Some more