the flies swarm the town.
one follows me for miles
trying to get into my eyes.
Oh, Melbourne!
your flies are going to be
the death of me.
I should walk with fly spray
and spray your tiny body
until you spasm and your
body twitches with its last
breath.
I've come to hate you
more than any other living
creature.
yes, hated.
so, keep buzzing around my head.
I dare you.
I now sleep with a
fly swatter.
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