Monday, May 21, 2012

KILL THE FLY- an orignial poem

We go on like it's nothing
We pretend that it's not there- it's all over the place
Just one- singular- one
One little fiend is ruining our jive
Swirling pass our noses, tickling our ears
It must die- or anything close to death is good
"Then kill the fly!" What, me? No!
I would never kill a fly!
"Then why are you saying 'it must die'!"
Correction, I CAN'T kill a fly.  I'm too slow.

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