Flies flying around agaitate me.
My strong
voice announces, “I will die tomorrow; not today”
Enraged I rush
to the window for some fresh air.
Only to find crows, and
hawks, and vultures waiting quietly
In a line for a piece of
my flesh.
I do not want to
disappoint any. Hence I keep on announcing,
“I will die tomorrow, not
today”
All will have a share of
my sweat and blood, flesh and bones
After my death tomorrow, not
today.
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