~ Ode To A Housefly ~
It's odd the way a house fly
will fly around a house
and never give a thought
to where tomorrow he might go
and it's odd the way his wings can wing
and take him anywhere
but still it's even odder
why he wishes to stay here.
And the way he prays,
his little hands together, now, that's odd
as if a stupid housefly would even have a God!
Because, after all, he's just a housefly
with wings, and prayers and germs
And surely he can't have a brain
because if he did he would have learned
that no matter wings to carry you
be you stupid, be you odd
there comes a time
your wings are silenced
by the hand of God.