The Fly's Demise

It smells, I think I'll take a peek It smells so bad I'll stay a week My fetid, putrid cul-de-sac Oh how that smell does take me back A maggot when I came alive The trash can on which I would thrive But with these wings my range improves As to this new smell I approve I will bring my buddies here They will come from far and near They will delight in this disgust The fumes so strong they might combust I'll take another whiff and then Be ready to dive in again No worries I can eat at will It's my own personal landfill But what about this sticky mess? I feel a bit logy, I guess The fumes are overcoming me A pitfall I did not foresee Should I warn my friends away? Is it my end, to my dismay? This lovely stench, I must surmise Has led to this, this fly's demise