pesky fruitfly

what’s so useless to you

is saving my life

it’s but a trite distraction

i seem to be rifed

and yet you still wonder

why i never decide

to tell you a damn thing

’cause you wouldn’t

understand it if you tried

you’re not on a side

it’s just nonsense to deride

so maybe you’re right

but you’re not my pesticide.

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