Operation’s hitchless
Go awry then we ditch this, switch hips and boot lifts
Cement in my wrist
Means bricks in my fist
Blood in my piss
After his left hook hits
He slips my mitts and peppers me
Marks like zits
His movement impresses me
Lean as a prepper, see
Chose rock, he papers me
Belt won I’m that paper see
Pope how infallible, my papacy
A legacy of industrial scale depravity
Worse our ages won’t see
Agency strip from thee
A lion pelt I wear your skin
Skinny man bindle keep cans in.
Alchemisland 
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