One Neurotic Fly

One fly flew down the Interstate Longing to rest and meditate Near a waterfall Where hummingbirds call That place where dreams anticipate. So many sites to fascinate His mind began to marinate. In a field serene, There was a latrine. One site he could appreciate. Mushrooms, he thought, would germinate. He soared and did not hesitate. Gossip he heard folks tell. Embraced the stinking smell, Some tasty tales to masticate… Who did what and when they did it! Who loves whom and why they hid it! Written on the wall Words in every stall Diabolical rumors flit! That fly flew down the Interstate. No longer could he meditate Near a waterfall Where hummingbirds call Always worried about man’s fate. © January 30, 2011 Dane Smith-Johnsen