Blank / Drone

Our little box, this tiny room
There’s only room for me and you
We have to work, but when we’re not
We’re making sure we save a lot

Because who knows when they’ll kick the hive?
And, how the hell will we survive
With $100 give or take?
The mother bee has sold her stake

While the price of food is getting steep
We pray the boss, our jobs to keep
But he was not there, he never was
And all is drowned out by the buzz