The fly

 A fly's confusion is rehearsed as its direction is reversed

Only one thing on its mind, someone to annoy or to blind

Perseverant buzzing sings, from translucent talking wings

Pleasant conversation interrupts, ripe fruits corrupts

Deceptive rainbows on its head, spreading essence of the dead

Returning to where it did begin, stinging bite under your skin

Flying viper with six legs, in your food lays its eggs

In every friendly group, there's a fly in the social soup

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The last line is significant. There is at least one fly on W/C.

[Soren]

Thanks John I appreciate the read and hope it is not me.

[John the Baptist]

Definitely not you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

if only there had not been a fly in that transporter...
"Help me, help me."

The fly never even knew how poetic it was.

[Soren]

Thanks jacob I can deal with flies with a fly swater but human flies are a different problem. Thanks for the read and comment my friend

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

A really fun poem that is darkly humorous. the longer lines add a layer of irony. the persona has a lot to say on this subject. a fly, a living thing that knows no other way to exist, annoys and disrupts us humans. yet the final line adds a very sardonic twist. pests come in all shapes and sizes. very intelligent.

[Soren]

Perceptive as always my friend you cut to the chase and nail it on the head. Thank you so much