The Fly

The Fly lurks around putrid matter
and delights in savouring human waste.
The dis-tasteful things we love to hate
satisfy his insatiable taste
for foul smelling things that are better
cast in the bin from our very sight.
He does not savour anything right,
he comes to dine without our request
for he is the most unpleasant guest
to find at the table when we feast.

Joseph Ogbonna
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 09/05/2021

Poet's note: A poem about the Fly.
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