There is a black fly drowning in that glass of beer.
There is a black fly drowning in that glass of beer.
How can no one notice it,
That black fly?
Black as a zero is useless.
Black as grammar school.
The man with the beer is a fisherman,
Small and gigantic
In his white rubber boots.
How sick we are, the three of us,
Tags: Green Squall, Part 1
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