So, you thought you would,
Get by me?
You grimy little flies,
You thought you would flee?
Disease and bacteria,
On your tiny, gripping claws.
Moist suction pads,
Flesh tearing jaws!
On your belly,
Eggs and sperm.
You vile, disgusting,
Winged germ.
Flying over my food,
Dropping vomit and sheet.
Hairy legs, magots,
On your dirty feet.
But, now you’re dying,
Stuck on my tape.
Others behinds you,
Will meet the same fate.