Lord of the Fly

During a recent trip home, my mom, sister and I were playing Scrabble as usual. A tiny moth landed on the board and wouldn't go away. When my mom reached over to squash it, I said, "aw, don't kill it," upon which Rose said, "we're gonna have to call her Obama." Mom apparently had not seen or heard about the CNBC interview in which Obama skillfully killed the fly that was distracting him from the interviewer. The next day, PETA swatted back, accusing our Commander-in-Chief of acting in an inhumane manner, and even sent him a humane bug trap. The whole incident inspired my sister to write a poem, which we thought was just brilliant. I thought posting it here would be a good way to kick off my blog, since I have not found the time to write about the many things I keep thinking I should write about.

I also want to add that I am a long-time PETA supporter, and think they do important work, although in this case, I think they probably should not have created such a buzz. Anyway, here's the poem, and it's to be read with a grain or two of salt. Enjoy!


~Lord of the Fly?~

Obama, Obama
king of bug drama
why oh why
did u swat dat fly
it make me wanna cry
it did no harm
to land on yo arm
so what's up with da execution?
Dude, you owe him restitution
my oh my
how can u slap a fly
u make his momma cry
next time put him in a lil fly cage
and let him outside
so I won't get in a rage
I reckon compassion
is no longer in fashion
right?
my oh my
dat po lil fly
God gonna git you
by and by
sucka

next thing you know
you'll be swattin' them ole skeeters
in their PETA's
and shootin' yo granny
in her fanny
right?

-Rozita Bartok