The Queen Bee

I just have to type this in because I cannot contain it. The Queen Bee, I don't like bees, and I do not like the way bees live their life. They have a Queen who does absolutely nothing, while all the rest of the lower class bees are called workers because they work for the Queen. Not fair. And this is coming out of the royal me, the Diva me. But still I cannot stand queen bees. One in particular. Oh dear God, this one is quite a character. Not pretty, or as pretty as Susan Boyle, which I say with discomfort. I don't think Susan Boyle is mean. This queen bee is very mean, all the more so because she tries to give the impression that she is so loving and caring to her workers. Far from it. She is the one to hand out executions.. that is for people who are so fickle that they do not stand up to her. I did of course, because we are both professionals (I'm a bit more professional too), both principals, both women, both with the weight thing (although I'm prettier too). So do I or did I have to live in fear of such a queen bee? I never did, fear was the last thing on my mind, try challenging, I loved that. So, this queen bee and some gossip, because she lends herself beautifully for some gossip. The queen likes married men, and only married men. Now I myself have been around the block of married men. But not like this one. She has affairs of some 30 years, with other less important affairs running concurrently. Oh la la the stories I have heard and read (don't ask me how) first handed. The steamy words, the lustful vulgarity, and the boo hoos because the wife gets to know and quickly jets her husband to the other side of the world. Oh tra la la, I didn't feel an inch sorry. It's always as if it were one big soap for her, just not soap as in Dove. She tries to give the impression that she doesn't love the spotlight, but oh boy she loves the attention more than Kamikaze Lover's Baklava, and that is really something. It's a queen bee I'm talking about, and I know that there's insect repellent out there, I'm not sure there is one for bees, but I think my body emits anti-queen-bee-bites repellent effortlessly. Because this queen bee, hidden under wire-like ugly hair, bites hard. She will always see me as a mission, the biting target. But she will never bite me, because somehow I'm well protected since I stand up to be spoken. And talking about bees, they are supposed to be the busiest of insects, this queen bee and her workers are not very productive. This specific queen is also supposed to understand the language of music, love, and all things beautiful. Yeah right. And where's the honey? Somewhere in between the numerous sheets of Ms. Queen Bee and her lovers. Oh and they are all ugly lovers.