a fairy tale

I could be a million people
but I’d rather be a shit fly
in the middle of a shit pile
Bathing in the glorious specimens
competing with the other turd junkies
I will fly away
into the promising night
belly full of dung
looking for a laugh
to set me free
I could be a million people
but I’d rather swim
in a sea of shit flies
for this sea is all the human truth,
every last drop,
squeezed dry.