Trying to fake The motions of eating my lunch But near to my left Lies a mottled black mess That bereaves me with each carrot crunch. This fly lying dead Missing it's head Causing me much consternation Throw my lunch in the garbage My mind wrapped in larvage Felling ill over death's bleak invasion. |
Friday, February 13, 2015
Where Did it's Head Go?
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