They fidget on pews
The Lord’s body abused
My church of good news
Easy accrues a mill views
Even my food is loot
My amuse bouche
Cost more than your shoes
They have loose lips these louche gits
Money hand over fist, well equipped
Well corrupt, into publics dipped
More hoverers than a fly strip
Twenty three day long acid trip
Asset stripped my bare-ribbed ego
Drink ergo I drank, drinking ergot-laced pints
Bobbin off let the hair go, gyrating in lace pants.
Done away with the high court
Reinstated sore-missed assizes
Andrew Tated, the porn-blissed misers stay home and pull wires
While I am regularly sated by stately sorts, scale of ass sizes
Poster above my head, size up during ass fuck and compare like meerkat to market
This little piggy sends slaves to market while he park it in the gaff, party with the lads
Whiskey in the tumbler like tree sap, whack for my daddy-o that’s whiskey jar and three slap
When my bomb goes off she blows up like Mariko
Burst you in Texas, find smoking parts in Mexico
Like craft crash at Aztec, it’s Star Trek make it so.
What she wants from me is downright unpleasant, makes me a Babylon denizen
I give her easily and often what dozens couldn’t, Dojen of pussy
Ten year sentence I do with eyes closed, zen in the pen
Every letter I sent extolled how pent up I felt, my sweating pen
With Buccmaster and Hereward in forests near the Fen
Resist occupation by opportunity killing Norman men
When the Pope is seen to cavort with whores
And Herod’s crimson cross marks every door
Remind yourself of Númenor
Remember, before rain starts to pour.
Alchemisland 
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