The Fly Poem by Randy McClave

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.