Fly Logic

Fly logic

 

A blue bottle, in my field of vision,

Buzz- collides against the sunlit window;

Exacerbating, with indecision,

It lands and takes off in a pointless show.

I watch, irritated; how I despise

Its incessant buzzing and restlessness;

Am I fly- logically seen through its eyes

Objectively, equally meaningless?

Its three sixty vision is scant defence

Against a copy of the Big Issue,

Rolled up in my hand, with which I commence

To dispatch, prior to wrapping with tissue,

Its battered body, leaking yellow puss;

Primed thus for binning, with minimal fuss.