Fried Fly

Fried Fly Lets Out A Cry

Swat And Burn Takes Its Turn.

It’s A Lonely Mission Faking Contrition.

Skip And Slide Pride—

Take Thoughts For A Ride.

Bounce Then Brace Nerves Say Grace.

Fire Has A Yearn

In The Eyes Of Excited Worms —

With Strange Concerns.

Too Close To The Falling Sun?

Move Those Buns—

Thy Will Can’t Be Done

In A Mess

Filled With Guns.

Basking In New Year Fun.

H.T.M.

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