This anoying little fly, here in my room
Flying around, always going Zoom.
I fling my arms in the air,
Just like an angry bear.

It dodges to the left, then to the right,
I swing at it again, with great might.
But I miss, and let out a hiss,
This flys pissing me off, what the hell am I going to do?

I walk into the kitchen, and get the fly spray
That I brought, with my weeks pay.

Now back in my room, I see the little sucker,
So I spray at it, Like an angry fucker.
It falls to the ground, and spins around,
So I spray it again, until It's out of pain.

Now that It's gone, I can finaly rest,
and finish this god damn test.
So I sit down, and pick up my pen,
And continue to write, like a crazy hen.

But wait, omg, you have got to be kidding!
I can hear anouther fly...
I think I'm going to cry..