He's black and tiny.
Dull but shinny.
Disgusted with its presence.
People swap him off
the tables,
the wall.
Their eyes blazing with flare.
Raising fists about to strike,
their food becomes trash
in a moment,
the fly flies,
not anymore,
squashed and lifeless,
where it lies paralyzed
and dies.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
He's black and tiny.
Dull but shinny.
Disgusted with its presence.
People swap him off
the tables,
the wall.
Their eyes blazing with flare.
Raising fists about to strike,
their food becomes trash
in a moment,
the fly flies,
not anymore,
squashed and lifeless,
where it lies paralyzed
and dies.
