It is September and my personal fruit fly has returned
From his long vacation,
And is happily perched on the rim of my wine glass
Polity hopping off whenever I reach for a sip,
Quietly resuming his place when I set down my glass.

I can hardly resent his microscopic intrusion
Especially when I find that he and a partner have ended
Their wandering keratinous lives
And are now jointly denting the meniscus of my economy class Chardonnay.

Funny how self-
Sacrifice is such an
Alien concept to
Some.

I'd rather break your
Heart and both your
Legs, than one of
My nails.

Suppose we're all
Raised one
Way, or
Not. At all.

****** noses and abortion.
Bars and a baby boy.
Ciggs and eye liner.
Do
As
I
Do.
Your child is a ******* all because of you.
One mind driven by one thing.
Your talk is **** about cowardly things.
Do
As
I
Do.
Jonesin’ so hard even M.r Jones is praying for you.

Let me tell you one thing, I will never end up like you.
I will do as you didn’t, so from my heart to your black hole, I swear to god I promise,
I’ll
Do
As
I
Do,
all you have to remember is,
*******.

I read another's poem
And lost the one I was to write.