Not even a knock, well you are a disgrace, coming around here like you own the place.
You fly in my open window, buzz around my head, land upon the television, land upon my bed.
Make your buzzy noises and stroll around my floor, crashing into everything, the window, the light, the door.
And now your sitting there, thinking what to do, buzz off where you came from, before i flatten you!
Back out of the window, into the open air. A random blue bottle fly, living without a care.
A random poem about a fly that came into my room, un-invited.