A fly upon a rose
One wonders why a common fly / would perch upon a rose
There is no stench of dying things / what keeps him there, who knows
Perhaps he loves like any man / to show off like a king
Surrounds himself with finest cloth / but then to filth he goes
Autor:Jan Kellendonk aus Bedburg-Hau |
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