Oh Andi
Your misdirected anger
Breaks my heart
You swat at me
And shoo me
And spray me
And smash my face
But I am still here
I am always here
Do you know why?
Ask a native Texan
When last he’s been bitten
Today? Yesterday?
The day before?
No.
I leave him be.
He is nothing to me.
Only you and your ilk
With that sweet, sweet
Yankee blood
Can sustain me
I love you.
And I will be here
All
Year
Round.

Love,
The Swarm