the Politician small and squat
his face a Halloween applehead
swatted at the flies buzzing his desk
more swarmed in the office air
an undulating black cloud
they crawled betwixt cracks
surrounding the office closet
No doubt, said the Politician to himself,
the result of the corpses filling that closet
a solution must be found
the premier flycatcher in all the land
was summoned at once
a hotshot cracker
decked out in leather
goggles covering his eyes
with mystique his weapon of
choice simple yet effective
a rubber band and a paper clip
geometrically snapping houseflies
from myriad angles bottle
green exoskeletons splattered
the walls until but one was left
both watched it buzz about
breathing heavily
now, for the piece de résistance
backwards using a hand mirror
splik splat
the Politician recognized
murderous showmanship with
a gold tooth crammed grimace
yet pragmatism must reign
for the people
where previously there had been
a swarm of problems now
remained but one
the Politician
ruthless pragmatic
knew the Answer
packed though it was,
that closet could hold
one more