The Termite Queen - Dick Valentine

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Of the termite queen

Her eyes so very green

Her lips every color in between

And she dines on ancient oak

To fuel the fire she’s born to stoke

To give some rise to you

Oh lord I’ve seen it too

A ghost I cannot see

Sits on me when I try to breathe

I am the last beneficiary

Of every decision being made for me

Because the time spent on this earth

Should be spent building on net worth

And sharing nothing

And going nowhere

My story is the oldest one that’s told

Why worry?

When you die you stop getting old

Ooooohhh ooooohhhhh

We are witnessing

The final days of the termite queen

And the final song she sings

It’s beauty masking what it means

She rattles and she moans

We are surround by her droans

Who mistake our flesh for wood

Oh lord this isn’t good

My story is the oldest one that’s told

Why worry?

When you die you stop getting old

Oooooohhhh oooooohhhh

Ooooooohhh ooooooohhh