Bugged

Bugged

There
Is
A
Fly
In
My
Room,
Filling
Me
With 
Gloom.
I fear
When 
I don’t
See,
It
Walks
On
My
Counter
Fruits
And
Veg,
Putting 
Me
On
Edge.
I swatted
At
It
With
A
Cloth,
But
The 
Beggar
Only
Spiraled
Off.
I wait
Now
Behind
The
Door,
Hoping
To
Knock 
It
To
The
Floor,
And
Dispose
Of
Its
Nasty
Corse
Without
Remorse.