The Fly

What's this? This one with absent care

who looked upon my blighted fare

for light mine eyelids caused them blind

through squinting eyes did pain unwind

And nauseous wound did cause unrest

while thou gazed on with tainted stress

And thou my friend portend to be

but care not once this plight caused me?

And what makes worse thou maggot thrust

didst laugh at my misguided trust

and watched as crawl to make my way

bandana crossed my vision swayed

And fly away thou ratted soul

where did my hiding eyes make roll

and fleeting were thy wretched wings

thou empty mortal discard springs

And what shall I thou woeful fly

do with thy deep uncaring eye

buy swat thy spirit far let be

and disappear thy life from me

Could I but wish one fate for thee

to see thy blinded soul's decree

Were I a queen and none too late

for off thy head would be thy fate

So off toward Marietta Square

and tie thee to the post mount there

tomato blasts be thy decree

from one and all to pummel thee

Alas and by when thoughts arise

tis thee whom I avoid demise

For in thus thou hast shown thy state

my friendship now dost thou negate