part of an older story called FLY S**T

Inspired by Franz Kafka,this my telling the story of a fly from it's own 1st person perspective

Your main weapon against us is the fly swatter.Rednecks and hillbillys sometimes call it a fly flap.Invented years ago,it's a weapon that test our speed and agillity

It takes a quick son of a b***h,to squash us before we can take flight

Sometimes on hot summer days,when we've completly taking over someones crib.These people will band together with different fly flaps

We call em SWATTEAMS and scatter around trying to escape

 

Getting back to watching you f**k.It's really discourging,seeing some stupid guy getting some from a really hot chick

When all you can do,is bang a female fly that looks just like you do

Sex is deadly for us,just like couples who get slaughterd in scary movies

There you are on the kitchen sink,chilling with your girl by a splashed water puddle

the equivalent of an ocean

I know you've watched us too,you gutter minded freaks

You know how we plant ourselves on top BUZZ BUZZ BUZZING while were humping

Only this leaves us open and vulnrable for the deadly smash,coming at you quicker than a bullet

Author's Note

There are words here misspelled as well as many other mistakes.As I've said all my work so far is 1st rough drafts.I hope someone can enjoy it the way it is for now.
This story was a very fun experience writing in the fact that I laughed all the way through it,as I came up with each part.And to me thats the best time to write when what your doing makes you happy