Shall I compare thee to the Forever fly
whose sole purpose in life is to annoy
and spread disgruntled feeling and false rumour and lie
as if swirling around puppets, pulling strings on toys.
The Forever fly sits and waits, sniffing the air,
not waiting for the afterthought of humanity
but going after the pure and with creepy stare
demands that you serve him first because as a fly he is too busy.
The Forever fly, a mutated bluebottle with a decomposed smell
harbours deep resentment because he knows deep down
he just cannot play nicely and take a hint.
He pushes you to your limit as he buzzes round and starts to repel
those who don’t want the bluebottle disgust and scary rank frown
to infect them as they see you move closer to brink.
Ian D. Hall 2015