Me and the Blue Arse Fly
One of Gods creatures that I find most horrid
Is the common Bluebottle, so annoyingly paced
Common, because it is so commonly chased
With a passion to kill it, most torrid.
I see a lot of myself in the life of the Blow Fly
Rushing at breakneck speed everywhere
Hither and thither and once more back there
And mostly not at all sure quite why
Folk seem to find us both such a pain
With the speed, the noise and the fluster
Back and forth, in and out, our energy muster
Getting nowhere fast as if we’re insane
Too much to do and no time to think straight
We buzz incessantly, each taking the lead
Causing in turn what neither of us need
An outside force swatting us down with hate
We are both far too fat, that’s another thing
And we move so fast we loose focus
You see where I’m heading with this hocus-pocus
To a meaning in life we all need to cling
The pair of us hoping the end won’t come yet
As we press on regardless of theme
Doing our best with hope and dream
Pray we do nought that we live to regret
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