this morning out the corner of my bleary eye
in the open container of coffee grounds
roiling in the faint oiliness
trapped in the pungent aroma
beating its wings like it was on crack
and shrieking Abort Abort
I loathe flies
I thought about all the times
those annoying little shits
those dirty delinquents
boxed their ears!
smacked them into next week!
waving my hand, I reached for a mug
too early for violence, I thought.