Friday, 6 October 2017

Fly My Paranoia

A poem from 1993

I hit out
but it returns
I miss out
and get annoyed
my frustration expresses itself
in words of four letters or more

I need fly killer
to end this thing
once and for all
but I have none
and do my best
to remove the pest
that won’t leave me alone

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