The Hive

See her walking whitely
 As though she really was a virgin
 With her tiny feet
 Precisely on the line
 She thinks her whitely thoughts
 About the whitely things she bought
 And the alter crouches silently
 Waiting for the virgin to arrive
 You can almost hear the buzzing of the hive
 They played the whitely music
 As though it was really music
 In the parking-lot they're lettering a sign
 The preacher says the proper things
 And then the rusty alto sings
 And now they'll all get roaring drunk
 Pretending theyre essentially alive
 While the proud procession leads her to the hive
 God blessed our happy cubicle
 Keep it safe and sanitized
 Homogenized and pasteurized
 Theres no place like numb
 Behold a formal female
 Disappearing through the doorway
 She has dreamed of this since she was only nine
 Shes never really fought it
 And now by God shes got it
 And the alter crouches silently
 Waiting for the virgin to arrive
 You can almost hear her screaming
 In the hive