Not a hag,
Nuh uh uh,
How dare you sir
I am a goddamn
Fruit-fly
It turns out
Which is great
For the fly
And the fruit
But alas those flowers
So lonely in the fields
Waiting for their bees
And waiting, and waiting
But the fly,
Flies on, unaware, uncertain, uncaring
What a life, bro.
What. a. goddamn. life.
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