On the Fly

I witnessed a fly, die before my very eyes his legs upturned so I said a few words... *sometimes life gives you shit and you gotta eat it* then averted my eyes as if to cry but when I looked back his body had vanished somehow he managed to avoid death I guess the moral is none of us know how long we got left. So when you’re lying on your back with your legs akimbo enjoy the moment as it could be your last shout or just another fly by the window.

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