The Blue Bottles Legacy

So there I was, minding my own 
Doing my normal things 
Buzzing around from house to house
Stopping only to rest my wings.
An old rotten apple, last nights take away
Things much to nasty for you.
Or meeting up with my old maggot mates
Whilst sitting around on poo!!

But this was to be no ordinary day
As my final buzz draws near
Today was to be my last on the earth
But not filled with trepidation or fear!
I did not have a clue 
That today I would die
That it was my time to go 
To the big waste bin in the sky

You see for years I have dodged the spider’s webs,
And rolled up news paper batons
And those electric grills that give you a zap
Or the sharp brisling teeth of a Venus fly trap
And yet the thing that would kill me, 
Be it much larger in size,
As on the windscreen of a car
I would meet my demise.

Some would say that what did me in, 
Was a lack of concentration
That I should have seen what was to come
Flying without due care and attention
And the last fleeting thought,
The last thing in my head,
Was my own back side 
As the Windscreen left me dead

So from high on above
I look back on the scene
Seeing my being as physical
Smeared across the windscreen
What a sad waste of life
But the lesson made me much wiser
My belief is reincarnation
And ill come back as a spider!!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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