Not dead yet.
By artis
Flies are circling all around my head just out of reach... for now, they hover in hopes of soon regurgitating the many flavours of my skin but they've still failed to discover this meal shirks participation for as of now...I'm not yet dead so let their useless wait go on ` \./~~~~~~~\./~~~~~~\./~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\./ ` I'm just a poet who's reposing in a hammock near my willow watching clouds do abstract paintings with my eyes relaxed...half closed head perched on a rain-stained pillow while from hard work I'm abstaining ` \./~~~~~~~~~~~~~\./~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\./ ` Flit away you maggots, boasting wings find some excrement for your next fling lest I take a shine to swatting things I've got much more time then you I'll bet so "Buzz off please...I'm not dead yet!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\./--Artis Written April 11th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 01:19 AM PST 18 • 0 • 14
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"Flies are circling all around my head..."