As I lay across my old, but steady bed.
A icicle dangling froom my window ledge.
Sweat pouring from my head.
Dripping onto the miror beside my bed.
I can see something flying across my eyes with amazing speed.
Lower and lower it began to fly.
I close my eyes and began to cy.
Suddenly the buzzing noise stopped.
I opened my eyes and to my suprise it was a fly.
But just not a fly, it was three feet tall, wore sunglasses and said his name was Paul.
Yes he could speak.
I was so amazed when he asked fo a beer or something with a sugar glaze.
We discussed many things welfare, forein aide, and things of that such, but soon Paul said he had to buzz.
I asked why,
and he said he had to visit other guys,
that loved getting high.