To Kill A Fly

[L Oquence]

To kill a fly: A tragic occurrence

I sit and ponder, wonder. More
Time I squander, condors soar,
Around my head. I fall asleep,
Astounded! Something’s calling me...
This dark abyss that’s hard to grip;
It hurts my head to stall and think,
And grasp the vast fall beneath...
Perhaps at last the contour forms?

I soon begin to look in shock;
A dark abyss was not the black!
I gaze in awe I’m shook and god!
It’s hard to miss this monster pass,
It’s eyes defined as sockets; glass!
The sheen they show on top of that,
Reflects, directs on top of me,
-Smack!-

Now I’m caught between...

The hands of beats who kill galore!
They handle me I feel no more,
A sandal squeezed to drill my form,
Amanda screams and spills the gore!
It’s quite a mess that I have bled;
I am dead they find no mess!
I zoom and see, my doom, and jeeze!
If I’m that ugly you would scream!

Eventually we all will go,
But I'm so small that I will choke.
I cannot think; no calls for hope,
No dreams or schemes with god to cope!
For you its just a death so quick,
A corpse that falls; it's left to sit.
I get that it's an easy task,
But life is nice you need to grasp!

I wake and -gasp!- I take and grasp,
This paper pen and make so fast,
A script to show that if you hope,
To drill and kill; leave stiff alone,
The corpse, let death come sort this mess,
In sad decay let pass away,
A beast whom squeals and also feels!
And now the fly will never heal!

I sit and ponder, wonder. More,
The time I squander, condors soar,
Around my head; they buzz away.
The beasts are flies not birds I lied!
A dark abyss that’s hard to grip.
It hurts my head to stall and think,
And grasp the vast fall beneath...
For flies who die, we all should weep!