Suicide Letter From Mister F. Fly
Dear World, I just can't take the pain That this cruel world inflicts. I'm tired of being picked on By head lice and ticks. At least they can suck blood Which I cannot do. I'm just a fly, I'm attracted to poo. I get swatted at constantly, Which I cannot stand. I hover over urine, I throw up when I land. So please don't condemn me, When I say I wanna die. I just want to go To that big poo pile in the sky. And so now I will fly Into that big blue light. And when you hear a 'zap!' Then all will be right. Your pal, Mr. Fruit Fly Written February 25th, 2002 © on Feb 25 2002 02:45 PM PST 10 • 0
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