poem

There must be a bit of humanity
in this little modern fly
sitting very amicably
wondering How, When and Why

In a kind of rudimentary way
it ponders on a crumb,
WHAT THE HELL WOULD YOU LOT DO
if you where a tenth the size a thumb

and then the trailing papers
like i really want to know the news
unless of course its about Becks and Posh
and their ten day old Mange tu

Some might say my eating habits
leave nothing to be desired
but when you share a planet
with a million bigger species
then you fend amongst the dire,

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