The Pauper Wasp

Some
are ruby-tailed.
Some are thread-waisted.
Some make nests with their spit.
While some wear black and yellow
because it’s cool to leave a sting.
Me? I’m the one that finds a way
through the novella-spine gap

in your open window

then batters their head

against deceitful glass,
trinkets and table legs
for the next sixty years
until my buzz fizzes out
or some drunken giant
finds me so annoying
they squash me with 
their rolled-up
opinion.