Homeless Fly
I'm a homeless fly
destined to die
destitute on the sidewalk.
No cakes for me on the kitchen side,
no conspiring against humans with my bride.
Left jilted by the absence of bathroom jihad.
Everyone speaks of the house fly,
they speak of it as a pest.
But all I have is a piss-stained alleyway
to truly call my nest.
I subsist on sick and shit,
and though house flies may be hated.
To be acknowledged as something that truly exists
is not to be negated.
Rachel Bond
Thu 12th Jul 2012 15:14
im glad to know that im not the only reader of faber. but not of late..or uni, but in my youth.
i am currently working on a 3d sculptural rendition of darko's Frank. The shadow self.
please refer to my disgraceful dog fuck bestiality poems if you dare.
they are NOT real. REPEAT. not real. notrealityjustpoetry...thanks for the reply mr. fly