they fly around my living room,
like little angels of doom.

they make an awfull buzzing sound,
then quickly settle on the ground.

then they`re sharply off again,
they`re trully nothing, but a pain.

they serve no purpose that i can see,
flying in circles, for hours n hours
not like a wasp, or even a bee.
who pollinate flowers,
for you and me.

their only aim in life it seems
is to feed the eight legged fiend,
who`s red eyes i see at night
designd to give a fright,
as they glymer in dull light.

so i open the window
in the hope they will go
now they`ve put on
their annoying show

bloody flies

Cute poem.