Random Undertones and Conversation with a Housefly
The insect picked up the beautiful
Torn wing
And stapled it back
On the angel
‘An element it is’ informed the subtle fly
‘Of the archetypal
(Modern day revised standard edition)
Messenger of God’
Fingering a feather
The angel nodded and barely smiled
‘Special rewards
And things of that sort’
‘Not a happy little being
(Celestial one at that)
Are we?’
Droned the red-eyed bother
‘Overrated...
Heaven that is.
The path there actually has more curves
Than some shapely slut..’
He replied while shuffling the feet
‘Ah!’ buzzed the fly
Twitching his antennae and blinking.
‘It just lacks the sweet scented lusty heat
And overdose of oestrogen?’
‘Didn’t say that.’
The mock Gabriel muttered.
‘Just implied..
Merely implied...’ |
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