The fly
Little insect flying around
In everywhere you can found
No matter you chase it away
It always looking for your way
I entered the small shop stall
With my big passion to eat all
Suddenly I heard of buzzing
I cannot eating was like freezing
With all of my hatred
I tried to kill with hungry head
There was a flypaper
But I punch it with flyswatter
You struggle hideously and beg
You amputate your leg
My peace is your disaster
And I don’t care either
created by: Lia Dwiarine
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