Fly On the Wall
The fly on the wall,
Hears me call,
Your name as,
You tame the dame.
You are driven insane,
Because nothing done,
Freaky with me is mundane.
The fly on the wall,
Knows your name.
The fly on the wall,
Is eclectically entertained.
Our actions in the flies,
Mind is sweetly stained,
Because our ecstasy,
Is explained to that,
Fly as a necessity,
And in all of its eyes,
Compoundly good to see.
7-28-11
Copyright © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2011
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