The Fly flies
Here and there
Seeing through the prism
of a thousand eyes
Trying to put it all together
He's thinking he's immortal
He's eating ****
and calling it honey.

He's lingering above the magic funnel,
His companions,
well, they're calling him,
beckoning him
to the feast that never ends

Freedom
or
gluttony

What a flip
What a Fly's dilemma

He's sure he's found eden

Wouldn't you dive
right on in?

He would have made it out again
If it hadn't
been
for that
"One more little wafer".

Now the fly trap
has been rolled up
heading for the dump

He'll still be buzzing
for a while
unlike us
his fate he does not know
Like any fly soul
he keeps telling himself
he must be immortal.