Air conditioning

Put a fly in a jar and scrutinise its one thousand six hundred eyes warped though the concave walls of a jar with your two gargantuan eyes. 

Fill it with a poisonous gas like -  Oh, I don't know -  Chlorine gas or so and seal it in with a kiss of luck

just watch it barrel around with  frenzied buzzes and melodious pings Until it simply drops Twitches And stills. 

Then imagine a human being simply sitting at -  Oh I don't know -  A study desk or so And gas it with chlorine belches like farts. 

Of course you can imagine it sprinting frantically Towards the door and tugging Blindly with eyes closed

But of course it'll never make it either If you don't want it out It'll fall twitching and choking In puddles of spit sweat piss and blood Like a fly at the bottom of a jar.