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