Flies go about their business.
They don’t ask how or why.
There’s nothing that’s disgusting.
All’s fodder for a fly.
There’s nothing namby-pamby
about the way they eat.
What makes us turn our nose up
for them is just a treat.
What makes us gag in horror
can bring them in a swarm,
rapacious and voracious,
especially if it’s warm.
What makes us flee in terror
can call them from afar.
They have no inhibitions.
That’s just the way they are.
We ought not loathe nor judge them.
In fact, we should be glad
that something finds delightful
what we find vile and bad.
Indeed, we ought to praise them.
What if they weren’t around?
What creature would appal us
if flies could not be found
At picnics or on counters?
What would there be to swat
to make us feel so righteous
and pleased, if flies were not?