TO A FLY...AND FLIES
Why do you distract me with your tambourine?
Why wash your filthy hands into my meal?
Why spoil my solitude, is it a sin?
Why rob me of comfort; why steal my feel?
Li'l fly, d'you wish to die or live a foe?
No answer? Prepare for my deaf'ning blow! This is a warning, the first and last
A plea, of c