Review – The Swarm

I watch movies alone.
It hasn’t always been this way.
It’s nice sometimes
to watch movies with my wife.
But she won’t watch crap like this.
I’m not sure what it means
why we can’t shake Irwin Allen disaster movies from our minds.
It must be that they’re packed with 70s minor luminaries
like Michael Caine, Richard Chamberlain and Patty Duke.
I do remember persistent references to killer bees as “Africans,”
making the where-and-how more than subtly racist.
These movies happen just because we need to watch pictures that lower our IQs.
When bees are here or gone,
to lie down in front of the TV
and listen to the swarm.
See if desperate.