He's dead.
"Stupid fucking wasp,
"Hell, I don't even know why I should care.
"Stupid fucking wasp,
This is all I can seem to think now,
Not like I'm going to cry though,
That wasp floating there in my pool, spinning in circles,
thrown about by an some unseen current.
And all I can think is,
why the hell would you do that?
Why would you foolishly let yourself drown in my pool?
Now, if I were to have killed you myself,
and I have, I admit, there's no secret
of my several slaughters of your kind,
Yet still, that would have been different.
At least then you would have died nobly
by another hand, even though
you were prepared to live.
I don't even know that I like you.
Sure you've got a beauty in your look,
The golden yellow and black
painting your body with your delicate
wings poised upon your arched back;
Yet all I can see is pain.
The pain that you seem driven to
cause to anyone else that might
appear to be threatening your world.
At least your will to hurt is not
as futile as the bee, your brother,
who stings to benefit no one,
not even himself, stinging only
to die, accomplishing nothing.
I can give you that, yet it is
still pain that you offer to those
that choose to oppose you.
Is that the best you can do?
Is that all nature has evolved into?
Giving pain to solve the problem?
why the hell would you do that?
And you do it again, over and over
I find you floating and drowning yourself,
Just stop."
whenever I see that wasp dead or
dying by his own stupidity.
I just think "why?"
It's just a fucking wasp.
