THE FLY A fly young bored with smelly domain of piss turd, crushed intuition shunned advice and made bold to experience forbidden pleasures of alien world. Along disconsolate flight met natures harlot - a rose ! rosy as anything rose cosy attitude careless pose Painted lids beckoned lips moistened sensuous.

Enticed the fly boarded petalous portal; In frenzy furrowed deep sought molten nectar until exhausted and drunk fell to a corollate stupor. Delicious slumber obliterated emotions dusk intruded stealthily petals closed and alas ! the wanton fly was trapped embalmed in elixir mummified in the sanguinary petals of its wanderlust.

. . [ Not long after, a bum old and cold plucked the rose and gifted to a whore who for once let him fondle her thighs] ><