Flies

Aesop Rock

Flies buzz around the sink Lunch on crumbs, fuck y'all think Everything was fine, not a single peep It happened overnight, must've been the açaí Some uninvited guests Some unappealing sludge A couple hundred eggs, a day to yield bugs I make a few traps, bleach in the drain You should see the trash It feels like a plague Clean the whole crib, bottles at the curb Even empty out the fridge That's gotta be a first Still can't win, two on the tiles Three by the spout, me in denial I'm clapping at the air I'm cornered by the plates I'm brought unto my knees I'm forfeiting the space I'm clawing at the walls Swarm ordering me ate It's death from above, nobody saying grace

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