Fly on the wall,
Your existence annoys me so.
Someday, someday,
I will get you.

Fly on the wall,
What a pesky thing you are.
My fly swatter,
Abandoned and broken,
Will surely get you.

Fly on the wall,
I will set up fly tape for all,
Of your brothers and sisters.
Hopefully you'll die in the trap, too.

But maybe you'd actually like it that way,
So you could have my rotting flesh,
To yourself,
Everyday.

Even if I have to use,
My bare, cold, half eaten hands,
I'll destroy you for,
Putting all your maggots in my dead body,
Fly on the wall.