Social Critics

graphite drawingJester by Vocation

Think of me as a flitting fly;

I watch you with my ogling eye

From dusty corners and dank drains,

Always annoying–it remains

Your maddened wish to swat at me

And make the nasty nuisance flee,

But as you, saddened, quickly learn,

I stick to you at every turn,

For flies don’t go away with ease

Though you persist, and if you please,

Our lineage hews to this crime

Of stalking, to the end of time.

6 thoughts on “Social Critics

  1. I get strange reactions when I object to anyone filling an insect, especially a fly. My mom, who is otherwise a very non-violent person, can’t not control her urge to beat them to death! But nothing I can say will deter her and I’m afraid I just have to look away.

    Sorry for my absence! Hope you are,very well.

    • Thank you, I’m quite well. I hope you and your mother are, too. I think my urge with flies is to swat them away rather than smash them, but I admit I abhor having them buzz me and land on me. I love *looking* at all sorts of insects, but don’t particularly enjoy *contact* with them! šŸ˜‰

Leave a comment