May Day
May Day
Ever get into a May Day sort of way?
It starts out like any other day
Then at the full glass door they come
And you stare, then open
Letting in the guests again
The ones you threw out
The night before
And they in the morning over coffee
Resume the tormenting
You can’t get a word in
A fly lands upon the rim and falls in
What the hell (is this)
You swallow him
Listening
Buzzing all the way down
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