by Catfish McDaris
It was my last bottle
of wine and the fly was
sitting on the open rim
I wanted to kill it
I craved to squash its
fucking body out of my life
Not wanting to waste
one drop of vino I
pulled out my pistol
The fly made several lazy
circles around the room
then landed on the barrel
Juanita burst into the room
looked at the gun, me, the fly
she chugged all the wine
except one drop
The fly drank that, she
put on a Freddy Fender
record while I decided
If I could kill the fly and blow
off her chile bean nipple
with one shot.
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