Distasteful
I want to know if you can taste it...
That guile riddled poison pouring from your lips.
Does it stain your tongue and corrode your teeth?
Or have you gained immunity
With every vile lie you've swallowed with pride?
You are whispering obscenities,
And splattering walls with your filth.
You are seeping poison from your pores,
And begging me to savor your skin.
You are spilling lies like truth in glass cups
And urging me to drink.
But I have no taste for it, my dear.
I have no taste for it.
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