If you come visit, you've got to see The Fly.
She's the smartest fly that ever did have wings.
Words fall like amber honey down her soft lips:
Listening is panacea, full of tips!
If you come visit, you've got to see The Fly.
She's the prettiest that ever flew the sky.
Her shimmering wings are dry dark and golden,
so no one ever makes her feel beholden.
If you come visit, you've got to see The Fly.
She's never made a mistake, not even one.
If Washington'd call her, it'd be figur'd out.
No one would hunger or have reason to pout.
If you come visit, you've got to see The Fly.
She's got every bed that ever has been made
piled one over one up unto the heavens!
Maybe even stay! You can sleep on rot trash.
If you come visit, you've got to see The Fly.
She's got a connection to the astral plane.
Be careful what you say, or she'll surely cry:
This is one "intensifier" sensitive horse fly!
If you come to stay a while, oh my oh my!
What a fly what a fly! She is the greatest fly!
The Fly they call her, and they yell it from the rooftops!
Nobody ever did see such a fly! The Fly!
And when she talks, she balks and balks
This ain't no horse fly. She's a hawk.
She's a certified killer. A hawk! A hawk!
I ain't never did see such a beautiful bird.
Those who haven't met her might as well go die.
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Driving down the highway today, a corpo bus is beaming "Have a Nice Day!". I'm reminded, if you put a flower under a microscope, you'll see in fine print 100 microns high "Be sure to revel in the beauty of this flower." Reminded me too of this old poem. Even those who believe The Fly should surely realize she's just one hawk. As much as the moral is to disbelieve the greatness of others, it is to disbelieve the greatness of self. To be good is to give up on becoming better. Good is the enemy of the perfect. Always striving. Always growing. Who wants to believe they are good enough? The Fly believes she is. Though on and off the path to dance, the pull to tango (or salsa! haha!) on the brink of the abyss, maybe I have given up at enjoying a bright sunny day and a green field (NO! Only to believe that is all!). She says "This feels good. I'm happy. The sun is shining. This is all I need. What else could you want?". "The world". To watch the sun die. What suffering lays in wait of impossible goals, what "noble" suffering? I'm grateful for this voice of reason, of joy, of compassion. I'm very grateful for it. An anchor. On another topic, a friend says "Peace, that is good." "No, it is chaos." "Then it is good." And that's okay. "And that's okay!" These word games people play! This would be a bad time to formalize a jumble, right before it comes into clarity.