Fly Swatter
Petrified flies swaying in the altar
Exasperating fly swatters roaming around the safehouse
Perilous sprays to keep them away
Sprays that only enhanced the flies to make them stronger
Good old fashion swatters pushed away
Keeping them gone, keeping the swarm in
Toxins are welcome
We welcomed them into our “holy” place
Keen sharp moves to lurk in the shadows
Falling for the sweet smell of toxin
Throttled by the “unexpecting” smell
Those petrified flies became potent flies
Swarms of flies’ immune to the spray taking over what never was never theirs
Where oh where did the swatters go
Is it too late for them to join us once more
Ask if it is too late for you
You allowed the flies to roam the altar
All I can say is take your authority back