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Where did it's Head Go?
I am on my lunch break
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.
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.
Published 13th Feb 2015
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Anonymous
13th Feb 2015 7:49pm
I think this goes in my favorites pile.
13th Feb 2015 7:52pm
13th Feb 2015 9:21pm
At least you're not the one that whacked it, Virginia. I respect you for finding poetry in even this "mottled black mess." The sign of a sensitive soul.
13th Feb 2015 9:47pm
This is stirring. Poor fly. I love the rhythm and the rhyming. You are a true poet sweet Virginia.
13th Feb 2015 11:11pm
13th Feb 2015 11:55pm
petal my heart is broken for sure this time
you haven't said a word
about my beautiful story that starts
with one sweet kiss
you haven't said a word
about my beautiful story that starts
with one sweet kiss
15th Feb 2015 9:43pm
