Ode To a Gnat

Gnats, fruitflies, midges, black flies What do you call them? I call them pests. Unwelcome guests I call them demons from hell. They fly past my face. They go for my eyes. Lucifer in disguise They like my white screen They’re like a bad dream And they’re really no good When they try for my food Oh please go away You devils so small You MUST be gone As summer turns into fall I don’t want to see You ‘round here again Count your tiny selves warned Go back whence you came Go straight down the drain