Once a Fly sat on the Sky,
looked down and cried:
Hi !

Today all the skies
are speckled by the shit
of numberless flies!

The sight of the achievement
fills every fly with pride
and blissful merriment:

What a Great Nation we are
to have improved so
the Lord's operah !

Stan Sýkora, Castano Primo, April 2005
In an interview I asked the Fly:  "Why did you fly up to the Sky?"
He shrugged and said modestly:  "Because skies exist, I guess".
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