On The Wall

There upon the ceiling was a fly, That was buzzing all about It was there watching me without a doubt, As though it was a spy. The fly it has its many eyes, As it circles about me and the room Watching me I always did assume, Is being called an insect and a pest, but a guise. Around my head the fly did buzz, As though it is a protestor Or maybe it is just a jester, Who know why it did, or why it really does. On the window I now see it resting, Is it contemplating leading me to the slaughter So, I slowly grab my swatter, I'll end its spying and protesting. There was a fly upon the wall, When I once declared that I never did sin I swore I was innocent to women and men, But, the fly it seen and heard it all. Randy L. McClave