Alchemisland

After a steinful she’s shameful and of that shame I’m praiseful, partaking full

Smoke so much weed our minds are dull

Full of forgotten compliments 

I sulk and forget what sent me there

Impediment to action becomes action, I’m mad I care

You are my medicare

My bald head’s fair Samson hair

You get immune to what’s around you

Someone to appreciate my ribaldries 

Be subject to my diatribes 

Afterwards will ride me like a piebald

I’ve creamed more pies than a retrospect of a baker’s life

When I served sides, 1.80 each or 3 for 5, 10 for one if I don’t want you inside.