I was singing in the symphony of insects
Dissecting entomology
While entering an interstate
Of effervescent tones
I was a tiny parasite living life
On the backs of Saul the scientist
Insisting that he couldn’t leave my friends alone

I will persist to press my teeth
Into the deepest niches that I can explore
Until you take the scalpel off of my thorax,
I will sing on the highest risers till you can’t ignore
The sound of the symphony

I couldn’t take it anymore
You were just asking for a war
When you fastened my father to your board
It takes a while to compile all the necessary files
To make an orchestra from scores and scores of swarms

Under the cover of night
I will bite into the right side of your spine
And from a hair in your neckline
I will design a baton to keep the symphony in time

I will conduct from the edge of your eyes
And lead a choir of spiders, tiger beetles and carpenter flies
Into a whirr of a drone rising like a cyclone
Into the grotto of your mutilated mind
Will rush the sound of the symphony

Carry on with the composition
Sit and listen Give up all your
Inhibition keeping you
From joining in the horde
You have a beautiful buzz
Let it rub upon my ear drum
Tightened and tuned into the frequency of you and your proboscis

I will persist to press my teeth
Into the deepest niches that I can explore
Until you take the scalpel off of my thorax,
I will sing on the highest risers till you can’t ignore
The sound of the symphony
Floats in sectionality
And lands under a covering of harmony
Awakening the scientist
From visions of his violence
Towards my winged relatives
Pinned neatly to his walls
Lingering in the vestibules
The avid and terrestrial
Caverns of his educated mind
He is redeemed by the scene
Rubs his scales off of his dreams
The wall takes flight with colored wings
And the scientist insists this time to sing

Sing with me now
Sing all about entomology
Sing, no let’s shout, Entomology!