Put a fly in a jar and scrutinise its
one thousand six hundred eyes
warped though the concave walls of a jar
with your two gargantuan eyes.

Fill it with a poisonous gas like -
Oh, I don’t know -
Chlorine gas or so
and seal it in with
a kiss of luck

just watch it barrel around with
frenzied buzzes and melodious pings
Until it simply drops
Twitches
And stills.

Then imagine a human being simply sitting at -
Oh I don’t know -
A study desk or so
And gas it with chlorine
belches like farts.

Of course you can imagine it sprinting frantically
Towards the door and tugging
Blindly with eyes closed

But of course it’ll never make it either
If you don’t want it out
It’ll fall twitching and choking
In puddles of spit
sweat piss and blood
Like a
fly
at the bottom of a
jar.