I’d imagine it was about 70,
Resting quietly on a business Bear shirt quietly.
No idea of your impending doom, your senseless slaughter.
I wonder if you have any daughters?
You don’t want to hurt me, I know it-
So why should I hurt you?
I won’t.
But some will, many will
They will come for you and they will kill.
Our government wants you dead, sleepy-head...
Look it up, trust me-even though you aren’t an enemy,
The mighty wasp is being sent for thee.

I don’t have a problem with you at all,
I think you’re mellow, blending in with the fall,
Stinking? I doubt it-only if you are scared,
And I suppose you should be now little friend,
Now that I’ve uncovered you from your Business Bear bed.
And now unfortunately for my feelings and unfortunately for your head.
Due to the panic and the fright and the sight and the smell...
Because unfortunately indeed due to it all you are dead....