Look into my Ocelli

I walk alone,

And my presence is noticed.

On the border of a pane,

Or over one’s glasses my path is.

 

I evoke such a feeling,

That is never with glee

Cover up your vessels,

I’m on a licking spree.

 

Not one that is pretty,

Not one that is quaint

I’m generally stuck to you,

If the dampness is constrained.

 

My wings beat wild,

My eyes roam free,

No stink can stop me,

I’m despicably me.

 

Ok, the butterfly is a darling,

And no one’s better than the bee!

I see no need,

To add insult to my injury.

  

I may pick up dirt,

Or play in muck all day,

In the end of all

I’m made to pay.

 

My existence is worthless,

You scream all day,

Diseases I carry,

Hence you keep me at bay.

 

Not difficult to maintain,

My needs are little,

Give me a king’s meal,

 A drain or a puddle.

 

Why can’t you love me?

Is my innocent reverie,

I don’t even sting or bite

Oh woe is me.

 

Punished is my start,

And my end you see,

So let me fly my life away

In sweet misery.