I do not like flies
Of any kind
Not because they are vermin
Or they eat our food
Or the noise they make
Or that we sometimes breathe them in
By mistake
But because
When we die
They get to us
They pester the living
But feed off the dead
And that is why I don't like flies
Because one day
One day
They will get to me
And feed off of me
And that is why
I do not like flies
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