Fuck this stupid fly
Buzzing around me all afternoon
Despite my best efforts
And disillusioned threats
He always manages to barely escape me.
Here he is again. Joy.
Such an uncanny ability
To make even the best situation
Frustrating, malcontented, and dreary.
Everytime I smack at him, he flies back.
What is his obsession with me?
Why risk your life just to pester me?
I continue to bat at him. He moves closer.
And finally, I strike him dead.
Empty airways, and unwashed hands
He must've known this would've happened
It's odd as I begin to miss him
He came back everytime and now he's dead
It's almost as if he wanted to be
