Ex-wing like an altered angel
No such thing as EX ANYTHING
Once and future king of the swingers all, disgruntled VIPs
Reached a stop, shared some slop, now two’ve got HIV
Thoughts are fine we relax with em
Any action man’ll get axe ridden.
I bang the gavel and break the law
Your nose unravels I break the jaw
Scraping you from my car’s craw
Duel is now done too late to draw
I saw what I saw, rights and rites
Things fall apart, my smited might
Shake you out like blanket mites
Shape your sculpture out in bites
My grim rites summon fleas, lice and strife
Alive at night when I strive to write.
I fix your visor
I have an advisor it’s my enticements
Your teeth tictac against the ground like dropped mints
My tooth-studded mitts in absolute bits
Your expression miffed, missing bits with symmetries mixed
You could not make fire with a lifetime and a million sticks
Fire moves aside to permit me, I walk the Styx
I cross every rubicon I find, rage my red ruby, coursing through me
You were in the corner eating lefts
What’s left of you does not look right
What’s north of breast of nose bereft
Palette newly cleft, a wincesome sight.
Your brow swollen colour of flag Iran
White, green bruises and blooddrawn, you fear coming blood dawn
My codes writ in all-time stone, your sigils in mud are drawn
Tally its hands the new span of your jaw
You couldn’t run I ran, you were floored
My grim task, lucky I haven’t tusks my dip to hip grip would have gored you
Your maw a formal ball of dancing fists
Lift you by the collar, unfit to witness this fistness
Pull you around until your clothes don’t fit
Your stretched jumper arms like squid’s.
Hitting boxes like an MGS guard
I’m scavenger foxes unseen in the yard
I spin your helmet
Kismet we met here where I planned
Best laid plans men and mice and Algernon’s pansies
The TV and hat stands remain standing, your planted feet Grenfell over
I repeat the menu until you’re black and blue
You screwface at me, hard to tell through the blast radius
Feel killing sand, Christian, we’ve armed our thorn-furious lion with a gladius
You will be forgotten like bitter Palladius
Patrick stole his thunder, made history’s pages
Green shamrock-teacher painted as sage likely an inquisitor
Ireland’s worst visitor yet, and worse to come.
A snake leads snakes parading off
Parade’s end the war’s over praise him
Can anyone else not keep sober then?
Somme like it hot, finally catching up to you was worth more than everything I’ve got
That damp in my soul the inspector warned me about has turned to rot
Six months max until I become the rockabyebaby and leap treetop
I am wing shy Icarus, rarely fly now I never will
My ever will lives on across the universe
Like a turning world I only seem still
Time will stop for me alone, the me of my veins shall like old knots come undone
I will join now the midas-gripped halo of sun
Immortaline tau cross of long-whispered Son.
Alchemisland 
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