Little fly

[Deleted member 18244]

Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Hath swept away

Am not i
A fly like you
Or art thou not
A man like me?

For I laugh
And dance, and sing
Til some blind hand
Shall brush my wing

If thought is life, and strength,
and breath,
And the lack of thought
is death.

Then am i
A happy fly
If i live
Or if i die .

 

[BigJimsWornOutTires]

Then along came Big Jim.
He stepped on the fly.
Then he said, "Ugh. Fuck that nigga, I ain't rhyming."

 

[Deleted member 18244]

Then along came Big Jim.
He stepped on the fly.
Then he said, "Ugh. Fuck that nigga, I ain't rhyming."

I used to be one of those prose-only writers when I was young like you jimbo. Finish a novel, then go into an artisan coffee shop to bully poets and jumble their syllable counts. But now I am a true Renaissance man. I can do it all.