Against Flies

::Clasping hands to vertical oblivion::

Oh Lord.

Thank you so much for everything.

Oh Lord.

I love you.

By the way,

Why did you create flies?

I mean like,

They buzz around me,

And it’s hard to do stuff.

They’re everywhere and they bug me.

Oh Lord.

Please kill all the flies.

Please, Lord.

If you kill all the flies,

I’ll go to church every Sunday.

I guarantee it.

Thank you, Lord.