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Blackflies
Burs
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They were dropping like flies it seemed
Something about a constant change
So what is this fly to eat
But the fruits of a labour wage?
And when the room returned from green
The onus fell to me to explain
That's how I made my rank
What was I supposed to say?
Someone's gotta clear those plates
Someone's gotta take the blame
Blackflies from the hand escape
Takin' on their meanest shape
There in an apt epiphany
An omen for my sullen day
That's how I made my rank
What was I supposed to say?
Saw a cloud of vapour fade
Who will stop the acid rain?
Who controls the weathervane?
O this heat is killing me