Dronefly

Dronefly a lonely fly.
Dronefly a biiig fly.
Dronefly fly all day,
all night,
all time Dronefly.
When it hot,
when it cold,
when it rain,
when it dry,
Dronefly.

Dronefly,
flied real high,
got too high,
flew down in time.
Dronefly,
escaped a fly,
on a pass-by,
fly as he might,
Fly died.
Dronefly circled,
Dronefly tweaked,
Dronefly near leaped,
from standing,
post landing,
demanding
Glenn Danzig.
He panicked.

Dronefly wing got tired,
and ran fast.
No fly,
he run!
And Fly,
He come by,
while fly,
and he sy
‘Ey Yo Draone.
Whattup Drone dawg,
wanna buy some cheeeb-aahhh?’
and said it with pride,
Dronefly,
well he buyed.

Danzig came over and Dronefly got high,
they talked about industrial and nine
inch nails and Lohner
and Vig
and the ‘No-Rave’ party.
Dronefly,
well he a nice guy,
but he stuck, he mired,
in tired,
speed-wired
nights.
Swimming pools were a threat,
to a Dronefly.

Dronefly’s little girl called,
Ritafly, she fly,
she cool, tight,
and she said
‘Dadda, I just been sold bad Danzig.’

‘WHAT THE FUCK’ roared
Dronefly.

Sweet talks fly
bleeds before
Dronefly.
The assault tangible.
Macbeth,
Dronefly.

Prison cells bad place
for Dronefly.
No pie,
Just rice.
No Thai,
Just Lye.
Lye to bury and burn
the used, lying young.
Dronefly.
You bad
ass
fuckin’
Fly.