My Fly

by EJ, July 1997

My fly goes to the sky,
and then toward the ground.

It comforts me my fly to see,
and hear its buzzing sound.

To hear its buzz, the work it does,
I'm glad that it's around.

When I go to the bathroom,
my fly, it does some work.

But when I leave it open,
boy, do I look like a jerk.