The Fly
O the fly dances in skies
buzzing and flapping wings
tapping on bells rings and dings.
That little fly flying all around the world,
buzzing around the stinky garbage that lays
there in a gutter rotting away.
That fly is happy in the sky,
but sometime I feel he might be scared
to smack a wall with his eyes open.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2015
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