Maggots Fly

Round and stubbly larvae Cruisin' on a breeze On the floor they roll On each sides they glide To escape the harsh smell Of dust mites and mildew In a mystery hall up the hill Bored maggots everywhere Stack upon stack they thrive Drought tolerant they seem Round and round they weakly glide To the ends of the misty stream As they feast on minute corpses They all rest supine Midline curves all rounded As the moon shines to light the night Larvae glow, sparks ignite Maggots no more All just Flies!