Like Piss to a Sting

Searing, bleary, give anything to be relieved

Didn't move to heel

So in the proboscis sticks

Inched a hand in without fear or favour

Took an altogether imperious penetration

Relieve yourself upon yourself

Remaining on notice that you've been warned

Thereafter your toxicity the overseers will dwarf

When peeling back the layers you'll be swarmed

Cloudy makeshift remedies remind that you've been warned

Touching distance will agitate those spines of omnipotence

And the falsehood;

That you could crack the fleshy inner sanctum

And you'll piss on your own stings