One fly, 1200 square feet
and only one fly using me as a runway
“Clear for take off" I yell
And it merely flits
Around my hands, around my face
Looking for the most annoying place to almost land
It hears "Don't land. Hover with full annoyance.
Runway full."
“Take off" I yell louder, again
They don't pay me enough in this job to take abuse
Flies don't live that long
Die already
Somewhere else
There's a nice window sill in the spare bedroom
I have, just this moment, learned that all flies are deaf
I can't kill it, I'm almost a Jain
I shouldn't be waving or yelling so I change my tactic
In my most authoritative voice with great vibrato
I yell "Clear for landing"
And the fly flies away
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