Some People Are Like Wasps

Some people are like wasps
Haplodiploid in their hatred
Of creatures better feted
By smiles and kisses, the fleeting embraces
Of lonely apes clinging to each other
On a mudball whirling through nothing

Some people are like wasps
They’ll sting you on the dancefloor
They’ll sting you at your desk
They’ll sting you in your bed
You can’t avoid it: your joy is sugar

Yeah, some people are like wasps
But don’t point at them or swat at them
Or they’ll get their mates
To kick your fucking head in