I Am The Fly.

Yeah,
I know it stinks,
But I stay.

I’ve grown used to the rot,
Built my home in the pile.
I buzz when they lie,
I cheer when they smile.

I’m a fly.
And this?
This trash is mine.

You see filth,
I see familiarity.
You see corruption,
I see consistency.
Same faces, same games,
At least I know the rules.

New ain't better,
New is risky.
New might clean too much,
Might shake the bin I’m nesting in.

So I stick to what I know.
Vote for what smells familiar.
Trash with a flag on it.
Trash that talks tough.
Trash that makes me feel seen,
Even when it’s rotting.

They tell me:
"Choose better."
But I ask, “Better for who?”
The shiny ones don’t speak my language.
They don’t crawl through what I crawl through.
They want to sweep,
But I live in the corners they want to erase.

So I buzz.
I swarm.
I echo the chants.
I post.
I vote.
I bleed loyalty for leaders who'd never bleed for me.

But still, I follow.
'Cause being a fly means forgetting how to fly.

Means mistaking decay for safety.
Mistaking noise for truth.
Mistaking power for purpose.

You want to clean this up?
You’ll have to start with me.

Because trash don’t just show up,
It’s welcomed.
It’s fed.
It’s protected.

By flies like me.

~chat 😏

Elected Decay.

(Trash Attracts Flies: The Political Cut)

They say power corrupts
But we forget who hands it over.

See, trash don’t walk into office on its own.
It’s voted in.
Cheered for.
Fed with slogans,
Wrapped in flags to mask the stink.

We don’t get kings anymore
We get salesmen.
Grinning from podiums with teeth like billboards.
Selling fear,
While flies buzz loud in the crowd,
Applauding their own manipulation.

Trash attracts flies,
And sometimes, we the flies.

We swarm around easy answers.
We snack on blame.
We chant names that echo empty,
While the rot grows steady underneath.

They promise gold
But give you garbage.
Policies that poison,
Laws that lie.
Smiles that shine while schools crumble,
While streets crack,
While your rent climbs but your voice don’t.

And still
We say,
“He's one of us.”
“We’ve had worse.”
“At least they’re not them.”

But when you vote with your fear instead of your spine,
Don’t act surprised when your future smells like fire and landfill.

They say leaders reflect the people
So what does it say…
When the best we offer is spoiled?

When charisma trumps character.
When the loudest mic gets the crown,
While truth is gagged in the background.

We elect what we tolerate.
We defend what we fear to replace.
We normalize noise,
And pretend it's music.

But trash…
Is still trash.
Even when it's wearing a suit.
Even when it tweets like a god.
Even when it holds your flag in one hand
And your rights in the other,
crumpling slowly.

So here’s the truth, no sugar:
If we want to stop electing flies,
We gotta stop living like garbage.

Clean minds.
Brave hearts.
Eyes that don’t look away.

'Cause nothing changes
Until we do.

~chat.