The Fly

Buzzing and flying about my head Oh how I wish that you were dead, Pestering me so I cant keep my thought Or even the solitude that I had sought, In and out I see you pass by Oh how I hate you, my enemy the fly, You get on my food that I am about to eat As you dance upon it with your tiny feet, You are a nuisance and bothersome all the day How I wish I could put you in your grave, You dart again and again in front of my face You cause my heart to beat fast and my blood to race, Then when I look you are nowhere around And when I listen, I hear not a sound, But then I see you on my window glass Are you trying to escape me and our past, The torture and pain you put me though And the work I couldn’t accomplish because of you, Oh how I wish I could catch you my friend Then to death surely, you I would send, I grab a rolled up paper to end your life I walk to the window to catch you in my sight, Then I see you you I become motionless and still Then I hit you with the paper, you I had just killed, I smile as I realize finally peace for me I had won that battle your death is my victory, Your body I dispose of so quickly then Into the sewers you will eventually end, I am so happy and relaxed with my pride Then suddenly; I hear the buzzing of another fly.