Killing All The Flies
The other day I wrote this little poetic thing. It's neat.
I wrote it while listening to the song by Mogwai.
I'm not sure if it's supposed to be serious or not. It was meant to be, but it came about differently.
Have at it.
Bothered and sweaty I sat in the sun
Awaiting the day like it hadn't begun
Buzzing and biting was the trouble I got
Instilling rage, the solution was swat
Chasing and cursing, my rage at it's peak
I came with a weapon, they left as a streak
A death and a smile, an unusual pair
I knew there were more, the question was where
A gain and a loss, a bit more expected
It no longer felt right, my prize was rejected
Just mad and friendless, it's all I could be
I killed it all off, never trying to see
I came upon my own demise
when I tried killing all the flies.
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Inspired by Mogwai "Killing All The Flies"
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Brad Out.