It must be hard to be a fly,
No one is happy unless you die.
You’re hunted down without any remorse,
Nobody hesitates to use lethal force.
You weave and bob and speed away,
But end up flattened anyway.
We pick you off with zeal and glee,
Anywhere you try to flee.
Your quiet shattered, Your ease all gone,
Wherever you are, You don’t belong.