Let the Living Clean, Who Else?

Guess these arrangements
Are out of context.
The original,

Experimental
Text was a hybrid
Of fragmented prose

And lyrics sharper
Than a serpent’s tooth,
Ungrateful offspring.

It was more too-real
Than surreal, the way
You had to follow

The words like someone
Lost in storage space,
Left to inherit

Your dead relation’s
Hoarded possessions.
In the end, you learned

How to execute
An estate, so this
Collection’s what’s left.