Life is much more comfortable
On campus.
I don't mind the heat of this
Oven life-style
In fact
I quite enjoy
That digging sun
And the emptied space where there are less faces to run into.

Not that they are nagging
And familiar
But August is when I start to get the swats
I seem to annoy the passers by more than they annoy me.

Why, this was my home first anyhow.

Is it such a crime
To be drawn close
By the smell of flower perfume wafting from some young gals neck?
Or by some mans sweetened, soy milk coffee?

Sure,
I might have gotten into your personal bubble,
Just as you in mine,
And yes maybe when you were walking to class I tickled at your leg
Or in your ear,
But I didn't have the gall to try and **** you,
Or even send a sting.

Why,
It seems the only friend I can make
Is this girl with paper and a pen.
Hey, she even grabbed her camera and took a photo of Me!
Me! Just a busy, annoying, and pesky little Bee.