Alchemisland

When I was twenty, plenty notions and mouthy

Pouting when I’m scant potions

Anything potable I’m mouthing

Feeling shouty, my demons crawl out me

A fiend freed is a fiend indeed

Scouting for potential excitements

I’m like Pharaoh in violence

Ra’s scythe swung the trial ends

Sobek drinks a red Nile

You said yes but I read denial

I felt kinship when I read Daniel

That lion’s den of trials

Even Mercy roused to rage by usury

So altered needs

Now misusing green

Now I my own nurse administer my medicine

To stop my ship sinking I dropped the drinking.