The Fly On The Wall Poem by Randy McClave

There was a fly upon the wall
And as it rested it saw it all,
While people were reading, sleeping, resting and cooking
It was watching, listening and looking.
The fly would fly from room unto room
It being a pest we all did assume,
And then with it many eyes
It had then seem so many guilts and lies.
Then with great delight
The fly then decided to take flight,
Then it flew around everyone's ear
To listen to what we did say and what we did hear.
I heard that flies were created to watch us
So, we wouldn't be prideful, greedy or jealous,
The fly had saw it all, so it came to rest
Then the guilty ones complained it was a pest.
I was also told that when a fly does die
It takes its knowledge to God in the sky,
Then it tells God what it had seen and heard
And the Lord will listen and hear every word.
As the fly then began its buzzing and flying
To see see and hear the person who was hurt and crying,
Then when it was going to tell on a plotter
It was killed by the guilty with a Fly-swatter.

Randy L. McClave