The Brundle Fly Disguise

The Brundle Fly Disguise
(Written 12/4/20)

I see it in your eyes
your Brundle Fly disguise
not open to advise
if you could but realize

you wear a prison mask
in your dark pride you bask
arrogance a deep cask
of fear won't let you ask

questions to free your mind
you live a life unkind
to your hue-man design
poison-filled can't align

with spirit indwelling
all logic dispelling
inflammation swelling
fading life propelling

to inevitable end
death walks behind you, friend
not willing to amend
you never did transcend

self that stood in your way
not even one could sway
smoking, drugs, large buffet
programming leads astray

in confusion jungle
hack your way and bungle
grow limitless fungal
cancer into Brundle

Fly... a...monstrosity...
as you wither...you see..
your death will set you free
what is your destiny?

Brundle Fly...Brundle Fly...
not once did he ask why(?)
at life's end...whimper...cry...
let go, my friend...just die...

So many...Brundle Flies...

Copyright Timothy Ray Walls 2020