Cardboard torn away from a window pane
Vinyl screens a hardware hard working boy’s dream
Somebody swat all these flies
Non-desirables but the service is sound
Cardboard fills the holes in styrofoam walls
Patching with a putty knife to cover it all
Somebody kill all these flies
No one round these days to bug me a home
Lift up a hammer, dropped those gosh dang pliers
Cardboard torn away
Cardboard on the floor to catch all the paint
That splatters off the walls like drips in a sink
Somebody killed all the flies
Nothing much to do but break windows again
cardboard garbage cans to load up the trash
Biodegradable so we can save cash
Why do I keep hearing flies?
They buzz around each day, won’t leave me alone
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