Gosh! This morning
I dropped my tooth brush
It was
already pasted
And I was
brushing my teeth
And now,
here it was
Stuck face
down on the trampled floor
I nearly
stepped on it
In my fury
and self blame
But then a
fly on the wall caught my attention
With paste
all over my mouth
I watched
the tiny beast
It crawled
on the wall
And as it
did so
It left a line
of white cream in its wake
The cream
looked like my tooth paste
The winged
animal moved backward and forward
And around
and about
As if
dancing
I noticed
That was not
just a cream line I saw
No, like
God, the fly was saying something
It was writing
a message
It said
“Tikum, Do
you know you`re an idiot?”
Stupefied
and aghast
I stepped
back
The fly
lifted itself from the wall
And flew off
defiantly
But the
writing was on the wall
It is still
there.
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