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I wanted to wish
With all my Hear't's warmth
That you be happy
You be successful
That you laugh and smile
All the times
My good thoughts are with you
Even though you have nothing to say
I thought there was something between
But apparently it was a one way street
I ended up wandering on
Looking for thee.
Goddess who shrugs and sees me from afar
She thinks to herself: another petty little fly
Who got so drunk
Off my beauty nectar
That instead of squishing it with my heavy
I'll just let it buzz by
Until I decide to have my servants spray some
In order to get rid of above-mentioned fly...
So I hand it to you
You do as all goddesses do
They wave their magical wands
And mAke the undesirables
In the air
The Earth's surface
In the toilet bowl water
It really doesn't matter,
They just say Ouch
Or I, the Queen Bee I desire
And a thousand servants will aspire
To fullfill your highness's
But Alas what am I to do now?
That I've taken down the toilet bowl's path
Or down under the worm-happy, wet & cold Earth's
Rich with all kinds of bits and bytes of non-electronic
Molecules, particles and other nature's riches
Or up in the Stratosphere's Ozone shot layer
I just disappear
For the Goddess doesn't approve of me
Being near your Highness...
What is it? Am I too old,
Not your kind to be part of that feisty and fester
I don't want to be part of The Evil, Prosletyzing
Entourage - they might seem subservient to you
But they, too, got their hidden agenda against you,
I will never be part of ...
I only wanted a Table for Two,
A romantic dinner
And lots of spaghetti
Laughter over a bottle of
Listen to some music
While blabbing about life
But I get it: what is your Highness going
To talk to me about
Since there's such a generational gap
You think of me
That I am not worthy of your most important things
That you hold on to so dearly...
I'm not pushint an agenda
Heck...I might even say that
I'm glad that your indifference
Put me down so lowly
That I'm that fly you won't even consider
Of a pleasant, friendly exchange...
Since while you speak about your aptitudes
Dreams, likes and/or dislikes...
In plain English...
Me - the shit fly - will respond
In varioius tones of
"But you don't get it, dear Shit Fly! I dream of love
Of being with Fat-Frumos,
You know the one who brings me flowers every day
And he lays all the rose petals for me to step on
Every step of the way
To breakfast, outside
Or to our bedroom...
He works out and runs 5 miles!"
The the fly goes: Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....bzzzzz, bzzz
"What did you say, you dumb fly? Can't understand
A word you say!"
Bz-bzzzzzzzzzzzzz, bzzzz, bzzz, bz, bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
"Oh, you idiot fly, you try to say
That my dreams are far away?"
"No bzzzzzzzzzz, bzzz, bz.
"Huh? Shit fly, please don't be so
And terse with your words
Because all I hear in response
To my day-dreaming
Is some noise you make
"Bzzzzzz, bz, bz, bz, bz..." the fly cried...
The poor fly, wanting so to give you the right reply
Fell off the chair
Cried Bz bz bz bz, bzzz
Because you never understood
His buzzing , fleeting cry.
So The Shit Fly scratched one of its wings
With a hind leg
Then wiped the tears with the front paws
Started fanning his/its wings very rapidly
Kinda like a Boeing 777
So he could hurry up and go
Before his tears would a big splash
At the table of two
With a rose in vase
So you may contemplate in silence
Just what the heck did that Shit Fly want
From your pretty, at times, deceiving smile...
You said to yourself: "What did that Shit Boy want?
Could not speak my language
He was just buzzing by...sounding like
He wanted something from me but
What on Earth was it??????????????
He wanted me so bad? Is he nuts? Can't he figure out
I don't date flies...much less shit flies?"
No, dear Brigid
The Shit fly wanted to wish you
Have a good night
And his buzzing only expressed his regrets
That he couldn't be Your Heart's Chosen one...
And instead of being your dream lover
Instead he wanted to chat
Even if he sounded like his buzzing made no sense
He cared to have a friendly talk exchange
With his dream girl whom he figured he was not allowed
To be with
But instead chose to bow out
And would have liked to chat
Even if his inglish was all just some buzzing noise
Some huffing and clicking of the tongue
In order to bring himself to
Express his buzzing sounds
Into some eloquent english that to you
Would be (or seem)
So Shit Fly bowed out
Before his Buzz won't be
For an old man's
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