To A Fly Of The Land (Revised) Poem by Douglas Scotney

An apology, an excuse and a hope and a warning.

On this the land
On which I swat
You steward of the land
On which I squat
Forgive me my trespasses.

I acknowledge my failings:
I swat flies on railings.

You think I kill for thrill.
It hurts me more than you.
I pray that I can change my habit,
That you can change yours too:
Vomit on my food, don't do it,
Right after you have dined on poo.

A prayer is a hope that comes with a warning:
Keep out of my way
Don't lose your glasses
Don't give me cause
To go to swat classes.