Kneeling before God’s design,
And I wondered,
There, in the silken line,
A fly, struggling, and I pondered,
What kind of mind?
Would, such innocence destroy?
It must be, most unkind,
I got up uneasy, and realized, a ploy,
Food, for thought,
And thought, for food,
That’s why, this fly got caught,
By some, rapacious brood,
But, is it any wonder, why,
When eating, and shitting,
Makes the world go round, I sigh,
You say, you knew, no kidding!
This carousel, you can’t get off,
This, madhouse to escape,
Yet, there’s always love,
You’ll have to die though first, you ape,
But, you’re hanging in, for all it’s worth,
On bended knee you pray,
To whom, to God of course,
You’re in a fix, what can I say?©10/06/2012,
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