A flys last moments

[JamesB]

A fly’s last moments


A fly stranded upon his back,
Seemingly caught in its own dark trap.
Caught in despair, life is so unfair,
And yet, why don’t I seem to care?

Waving its arms as I watch and write,
Grasping desperately, touching nothing but fright.
Pauses between life struggles grow longer.
Lying upon its back, beginning to ponder.

What's the point of my life, why am I here?
Just so some boy can write of my fear?
And with a death movement oh so rare,
He finds himself thinking, why don’t I seem to care?

-James

[Elisha]

I'm glad to be the first person to tell you this one is great. How on earth did you come up with this? It's awesome. Luv, Elisha

[JamesB]

You wanna know how? There was this fly wriggling around on my kitchen floor today and I thought, geez I should kill it and get rid of a fly, then I thought well I am too lazy to reach all the way down there... but it does look like a horrible suffering way to die. Yet it all came down to me not caring that much.

I just left it there to suffer, too lazy to liberate it or kill it. And I for some reason I wrote a poem about it. All in all took me like 3 minutes just writing on a scratch piece of paper while it died.

Writing this, I feel like a really sick kid who enjoys torturing animals. hrm... who knows!

-james

[Elisha]

This may sound sick, but I'm really cracking up right now. I do kind of feel bad for the fly though. Luv ya, Elisha