A fable not of bees but wasps

Perhaps it was focus lost
On what edict can enable
To argue and evade costs
Forge and falsify the labels.

That rules were not
What made all virtues tools
But wool to shroud
The eyes of fools.

Bend, burn, blind, bury
Backwards rules will turn
Be off with all the money
Before the slow law learns.

That in a world of plenty, greed
That in a world of beauty, lust
And so it was a fable
Not of bees but wasps.