Daring but no longer Caring

two points for the phrase
three for the slave that you’ve made
The blood that you drew

four bucks for the rave
six for the depraved you sent to the grave
The dud that you grew


It’s time I give you the credit you deserve
Less than nothin even regarding the learning curve
The money’s screaming wonders that you never mentioned
The chattering chimera
Stares down the glare the glass pressed backwards

two more points for the one I ignored
three for the morbid mutterings I explored
The blood is licking your lips

four bucks extra
Care if I hex the
The beginning and the end
So there’s not a shred for you
So there’s not a damned scrap
You’re eyelids are now cages, your tongue is a grand trap