Three lines I nosehole it
Head swims I no sold it
Hopes pinned I no souled it
Ahead of the school I swim I’m lemon sole
No cause to force feed, I’m so in need
My head feels heavier than Mr Creosote
If it’s bagged now I say free the dope
If it’s blue light I’m suspecting growth
Feds are as well, I push that knowledge down Enswell
All’s well that ends well ain’t over yet, know it ends in Hell
Fell far and further I’ll fall, fell down from the stars above
List of demands long as Hadrian’s Wall, there in Babylon’s hall
When vine violence struck down Alexander
Smoother than surfaces after belt sanders
My recipes more secret, more sought than Col Sanders’ sauces.
I’ve yolked the oxen of the sun
I’ve shelved yolks inside the bum
I’ve drank cocktails from ash trays
More brainwant than out of graves.
Lost in my house, need a map find my own room
Blue key card unlocks the door, go2it OG DOOM
My phlegm is redder than a pie eater’s lips
Toilet bowl no better, red as rose after a pip all round the lip after I shit
My organs are chewed up, red as Lancastrian roses
No road rises to meet me save the low road I slink down meekly
Nothing easy, appeasing nothing save what eases my passing neatly
Greatly enamoured with prolonged inaction, my humped back daily more bactrian
Unseemly how others see me, can’t unsee me like Cthulhu-sent dream of last day.
Dead that which can eternal lie
Eternal sky proven mortal as you or I
He is risen they write of ancient kings
He is rizzing, they write about tings
In glossy magazines, what I read from between
Worlds, lands crumble into sea like a stomped Twirl
Water and wind twinned and circling, swirl
Through lowlands
Can’t win this war with Harry Boland
Bloody Sunday still got the goals in
Gold in chests, in great store
Beneath my dragon’s chest
Milk white my mithril vest from the Dimrill Dale.
Alchemisland 
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