Fly on the Wall

Here I sit, stuck on a wall,
sitting if you may, looking around.
Humans, humans, all over,
why do they do what they do?
all that food, they throw away,
what a waste,
if I could have just a little,
taste.
Forever I could eat it,
I would, I could,
why waste such a taste?


Now, out of nowhere,
one approaches.
They come at me with such anger,
and haste.
Why do they look at me with such,
great distaste?
I sit on a wall doing nothing,
all I mentioned was food,
What a waste for such lovely taste.
Here they come with such anger,
why?
Why do they do what they do!?! ...
WHAM!!! ...