The fly on the wall
I watched from high
as the world went by
slowly below me
They did not see me,
did not hear me;
all those babbling fools
One fool dropped his food –
I did not doubt I would
land upon that tasty seat
On my spiralling journey south
I'd land on someone's mouth
and be swatted away like the fly I am
But for a little while longer,
until the temptation grew stronger,
I watched the world from high
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