The Fly

The so called, humble Fly has no chill, literally!

It invades one’s space with no respect of immigration borders.

The night is warm, so the window is flung ajar, to the moon. This doesn’t mean everything is welcome in, init!

Buzzing around on this “hype ting”. Like listening to bidi bap bap, grime bring. Double E, a seh dat, swing.

Mr or whatever Fly, flies away, you silence grabber and comeback no more.

Capeesh, capeesh! I let you off, about trespassing.