Sorry About That
Someone is looking through the Venetian blinds
I’m sorry about that
There’s a fly in a corner of the ceiling
With sticky feet, a short jump away
I’m sorry for your loss
I feel aggravation the whole night through
I stare up and see a sick blue fog
Thin roiling clouds that never leave
Go deeper
It’s that buzzing sound you hear
Because you only deal in facts, but know only lies
So why stay awake? To kill a fly?
He can’t reach you
I have to try