Aftertaste (Collab' with Kesha)A Poem by Chase DylanGet set...So the day ended like any other Never mattered the gray-matter spatter of brains... Except his face was saved After lame-brained fools who poke and school others for muttering... In a jar where he would rest forever I'm stuttering and fumbling with centipedes... I carved 'n' carved cents 'n' disease... His skin from end-to-end I'm free from seeds of bleeding creeds... He never did seem to care Weep and heed it... creeping sieve of slithering seepage... It was a forbidden love affair The calling of the lambs... Blame and cram his dead-beat heart(s)... Thoughts chopped-up... Skunk-smellin' block of get-set-mark the slop-point... Slam the choke-moist till it drips buoyantly... Might I mention Holy-He The creature eaten for seeing no other shade but featured in bladed gray... No real affection played... Just slayed and chewed-up... I always knew he'd end-up... with his head on my shelf Dried-up aftertaste...? Fae-wealth
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