I am a Wasp

I am

a

wasp

I

reserve

my sting

I only wish

to chew my paper

and sculpt my nest

But here I am, being

shooed out of

a four-door

sedan;

chased away by a

rolled up

magazine

I have no malevolent intentions

I reserve my sting

yet here I am,

my wings are broken,

and the ants are carrying me

away.