Kill the Housefly

I killed and I slew
With every stroke the carnage grew
Broken bodies all askew
I crushed them in my might

I hunted them in my domain
Their evil limbs to crush and maim
And my own I now regain
From black and slavering beasts

With every swat and every swish
I liberate both food and dish
With every blow I grant my wish
That these flies should fly no more



So, this evening I was hunting flies, as the number in our house had grown a little ridiculous. And inspired by my cunning, I wrote this after I had severely dented the population.
And now, thanks to social media, I have made it available to buy on a t-shirt in my store on Zazzle.
http://www.zazzle.com/kill_the_housefly_carnage_shirt-235704576053436703

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Your teachers offer you nothing
Bringing empty and powerless words
Speaking much, but not the one thing
That could help these wandering herds

Woe to the blind and confused ones
And Woe to the hungry who leave
But fire and death on the chief ones
Who see, and while knowing, bereave

There is no love in a leader deceiving
There is no hope if the end is not told
There is no faith in all of this scheming
We're offered nothing to which we can hold

Now they are ready and ripe for deception
Lacking wisdom or tools to discern
Having been gutted by their own election
They'll fall away, and so they shall burn