A fly and an angry man –

A fly flew in, one hundred and thirty-seven beats a minute
Day after day, little shit sandals, unlaced excreta shoes, walking, trekking across my pantry
Yesterday, the sexless cunt was a curtain walker extraordinaire, missed the taste of leather, rolled-up local rag, sole of broken shoe
Context, I live in a filthy house with cash in drawers, took a decision, don’t care if I live or die, increased my crumbed floors, kicked the shit out of a vacuum cleaner
Fly told flies, got the word on my rebel heart, wanted a piece of the action, tiny troops, new utopia without a fight, knew a junk-mail covered carcass could caress maggots for about a year
Mother Nature’s love

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