Well she start her routine morning, eggs and benny. Benzedrine, and, crack cocaine.
An M&M vitamin tupperware tube. And an insidious display in her brain.
Her name was Jasmine Vanilla, said she's from Manilla. Lived in a villa with a villain and a cat.
And a dog with a black eye, deemed a Russian spy, and blind Portuguese water rat.

Writing her history, of her own murder mystery. Misery and stains and facts.
She couldn't wash off the blood, carving faces in the mud. A feral cat who couldn't relax.
She turned her jukebox, luke-warm, playing soft-core porn, left playing when she went to vacate.
Running from the law, her brain needed to thaw. From Ukraine to Wichita on a freight.