A Bit Of Muslin

I see her eating maggots and I think it's cool

I watch her as she throws up



She's a bit of muslin, a vitriolic nasty girl

Mysterious in every way, moving like a swirl

Fly guys surrounds her, hoping she will be their girl

But this sphinx is a notion

And no man will ever get to her



I want to recall the stuff that she might have missed

I need her to be my stash