Gadfly

by BOB GALLO   Feb 10, 2019


Buzz!
This was
how
a bug sang
with his body full of fuzz.

Buzz,
I am a happy bug
whether being free
or being caught,
whether you smash me
or you do not,

whether keep on humming
or I pause,
whether on the window
swathed with the thunder
or
on the curtain
before drawn asunder.

Buzz
I am so happy because
my happiness is free
from
what everyone else
does.

Buzz.

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