Flies And Lies

What lies behind the eyes of the flies
Those that scurry about the air
Listening to secrets no one would share

They are watching and they know
Hiding in places no one else will go
Tiny spies with kaleidoscope eyes

In so many angles colors and numbers
They see and hear you and me
As we comment on sugar and tea

When discovered become an aggravation
Beats of their wings an agitation
Their bellies full of dirty defamation

They buzz from one to another
Sharing regurgitated slander
With the slobs to which they pander

I like the flies, they're easy targets
Just like lambs to the slaughter
They become practice for my swatter