The FLIES and the HONEY-POT
These are the FLIES
This is the HONEY
Oh dear, the HONEY undone
And, predictably, here come the FLIES
Pawing and paddling in their numbers
Slipping their digits in places undeserved
Slipping and sliding and finding themselves affixed
Suffocated
Dead and dying
Oh foolish FLIES was the moment of pleasure worth the price?
Amoral
An exploration of hedonism and failure...
Honey-pot
Laying in waiting, like a working bee...
These are the Flies
Waiting and awaiting for the chance to meet...
