There are lies and there are
flies. These will not take you to the moon
or flay you before the stars.
Interestingly, like parent-birds,
the instinct is to fight back, kamikaze-like:
fly to the depths and crash.
But, the advertised phytochemicals
aren't scraping the fat off my veins:
Come on, burn, baby, burn.
What do I do with you now
and how? Look, the plate left unfinished,
has a fly feasting on it.
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