Trapped Fly
Oh dear, I'm in a house.
I've trapped myself nowse
and killed myself too.
What will I do?
I'll make a buzzing noise.
I have no choize at my speed, fast.
I'll fly in perfect squares around
the light all night.
Kill me?
I'll pass.
You can try,
I wouldn't die.
I'll flee in fright and track
towards the nearest piece of glass
and bang my head some sense in.
No brain features in my domain.
I'm stupid, not bad.
No cad,
but I'll still drive you mad.
And if one day you kill me, know
that heaven is a lightbulb on a string.
Bad flys though to hell go,
a cube of window.
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