"Honey"

Don’t call me honey I hate its smell
Don’t call me honey I hate its taste
Don’t call me honey I hate the way hate the way it sticks hate the way it sticks to my fingers
Don’t call me honey
In that sweet way
In that sickly way
In that sickly sweet swooning way
Don’t call me honey I hate its scent
Too strong, too bold too nauseating
Don’t call me honey I hate its assault on my buds
Don’t call me honey it makes me gag
The way it dribbles out of your lips like a thin thread of spit from a child’s mouth
Don’t call me honey I hate your tone
That tone so fake so hypocrite
So thick with pretense so intense
Don’t call me honey it’s straight out of the hive
Too pure
Pure glucose
Pure pageant
Don’t call me honey with a nasal notch
Honey, don’t call me honey with that put-on.