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IT’S ABOUT TWO FLIES
by 
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



In a Garbage Dump Two Flies Met on a Rotting Bun
Suddenly Realized They Were Father and Son
Hadn’t Seen Each Other since Lunch at the Sty
Twas the First Time Sonny Had Attempted to Fly


Dad, You Look Skimpy Do You Get Enough to Eat
When I Was Young, Fast and Quick on My Feet
I Was Daring and Landed Anywhere I Pleased
I Often Landed on Food Being Eaten, I Teased
Age Has Caught up to Me, Now I Need to Be Sure
So My Meals Are Limited to a Pile of Manure

I Reminisce Daily, Thinking When I Was Your Age
I  Dove, Swirled: Aerial Antics Impossible to Gauge
I’m Two Weeks Old Now and Nearing the End
The Manure Pile Is Where My Time I Usually Spend
Being Cautious I Now Reside in Constant Miasma
I’ve Learned to Adjust and Live Despite the Aroma

There Is One Maxim of Which I Constantly Think
Life Is Tolerable If You Don’t Dwell on the Stink

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