Queen Bees

Their lives follow footprints
Already frozen into the snow
As they branch out into themselves.

Their own self-worth is justified
With over-the-counter popularity
And prescription-only lies.

In the epic, overused pool of life
They are skimming the surface,
Horrified that they even have to touch the water.

They infest our hallways like cockroaches
Scurrying out of the light
And waiting for the bomb to drop.