Shoo, Fly, Shoo!

A Poem by Bob B

So disgusting: A pesky fly

That hangs around as if to say,

"It doesn't matter HOW repulsive

You find me; I am NOT going away."

Intruding upon our privacy,

It thinks it's so important, so when

We try to shoo the pest away,

It just comes back again and again.

"Get out of our lives!" we want to scream.

"You've been around here FAR too long!"

Then when we think it has disappeared,

We suddenly find that damn! we were wrong.

So persistent at being a nuisance,

It doesn't mind being reprimanded.

Just imagine where it has been,

The things it has touched, and where it has landed.

"What is its purpose," we ask ourselves,

"Other than to cause distress--

To work its way into our lives

And leave behind a major mess?"

It hangs around with similar flies

That seem to have a similar goal:

To leave their disgusting mark on whatever

They touch and try to stay in control.

It has no sense of self-awareness,

So how the hell did it EVER get backing?

When it was more prominent, it

Evaded attempts to send it packing.

Finally, we thought that we

Had shooed the fly away forever.

But, alas, the pest returned.

Flies are more persistent than clever.

How do you rid yourself of a pesky

Fly that refuses to leave the scene?

Acknowledge how big a bother it is,

And then construct a protective screen.

-by Bob B (10-6-21)

© 2021 Bob B

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Carlos Lorenzo Estrada

One thing I have learned about these repulsive creatures that I will take to my grave. Never ever holler in joy while riding on a motorcycle because flies have a way of aiming themselves toward your open mouth and diving down your throat. It's not a nice sensation feeling a fly buzzing around for a few seconds in your tummy. And to imagine they live in outhouses is even worse.