Flies befriend you to nibble
At your meal and your waste matter
Landing their feet which though feeble
Bacteria and other germs they scatter
Spoiling the quality of your meal
Which you consume alongside bad bacteria
In the process of sealing a debilitating deal
With your tummy where diarrhea
Earns the light of day
Spreading germs in particular parts
Of the body where yesterday or today
They invade rib ramparts
Stealing from you high health
Disabling biological body workings
By sanction, subterfuge or stealth
Until your feet fear the feeling of stockings.
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