Such pesky little things
Completely black and fury
With two wings
Which make my head explode.
I scare them away
With my books and words
But like little suicide bombs
They return, hungry for more.
My eyes loose their focus
When two or more appear,
A whole squadron
Of brave little pilots.
But I lost my patience
On their previous Blitz,
I take my aerosol gun
And shoot them down without remorse.
Later I watch,
How their little wrecks
Fall and crash on the solid floor
With no survivors to be counted.
But as soon as I sit down
And think this war has ended
The noise of their new engines
Hits my brain like a spike.
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Submission Name: Flies
