Message 350: The Butcher

Beauty will destroy your mind.
Spare the gory details,
Give them gift-wrapped for the man with everything.
Though I lived a lonely lie,
I was confused.
I butcher. Feel nothing.
As it courses up my arms,
The position of the worms
Up, up through my heart into my brain.
I’m a bitch slap, a basic combination,
Cut up, chop liver on the block.
My heart still thumping.
He’s a worrier, a worrier.
Here’s a little bitch coming out of him.
He’s a worrier, a worrier.
Here’s a little bitch coming out of him,
coming out of him.

One thought on “Message 350: The Butcher

  1. Marquita S. Dejesus

    Beauty will destroy your mind. Spare the gory details, Give them gift-wrapped for the man with everything. Though I lived a lonely lie, I was confused. I butcher. Feel nothing. As it courses up my arms, The position of the worms Up, up through my heart into my brain. I’m a bitch slap, a basic combination, Cut up, chop liver on the block. My heart still thumping. He’s a worrier, a worrier. Here’s a little bitch coming out of him. He’s a worrier, a worrier. Here’s a little bitch coming out of him, coming out of him.

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