Fly on the Wall (A Poem)

I sneak up on my next victim

He (or is it she?) doesn't know I'm there.

To some, the item I am holding is just a fly swatter.

In my hands, however, it is a weapon with no mercy to spare.

I hesitate only briefly.

Just to make sure I am unseen.

Then with a flick of my wrist, my victim is dead.

I probably just imagined it, but I think it let out a little scream.

It wasn't my first kill.

It won't be my last.

My victim's friends are flying around in a panic.

They'll soon forget and more will meet the same fate, fast.

My daughter tells me not to be so mean.

I am choosing to ignore her advice.

If they want to stay safe, they should stay outside.

Once they trespass inside my home, they will pay a price.

There are people who say they want to be a fly on the wall.

Perhaps they'd feel differently if they saw the fate my flies were dealt.

My message is clear, if you choose to land on a wall in MY house,

You probably will be another notch in my belt.

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Here are some of my other poems:

The Night the Wisconsin Badger Tapped Out (A Poem)

Steven Helmer Publications