Alchemisland

Goddamn 

Know God has master plan

The world proves he can 

But I can’t see it, eye bandana

Evening time is my mañana

I start to peel a fresh manzana

Before time began had day planner

Stars yellow as bananas the great heavenbanners 

Swam like star piranhas

Through Martian canals

My finger like the bill of a Toucan

Opens up not one but two cans 

Abundant energy like power plant

Strimmer how I power through plants

Quick in her, how I plough her through pants

Quicksilver canals surround my tombs

Make sure to avoid their fumes

Indica how you temper my moods

Indiana travel through my temple of doom

Ageing is no worse for you

Just cos you’ve got a womb

We all eve up in the tomb

One way or another, fool 

You can’t flee that chess move

Her chest stops moving 

What I wish for, what my coin bought at Trevi Fountain in Rome

Just because life couldn’t grow like mould

Don’t mean my body isn’t a home

A hundred spirits live there, none alone

In my veins, guts, dust and bones.

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Paris plaster cast of the master’s hands

Diamonds dull, mere paintrocks, underlens

Perhaps God is underhanded

Perhaps he is shortstaffed

Fore and aft its great mast, heavens ship adrift acast

Alas avast lower your cutlass

Lower the windlass

Lower than the back of the Avanc

Fiend who lives below the bank

Below the bog in middens dank

All sturm and drang, hair and fang

Lank hair armours him, his arms drag

Dread furrows through his lair’s slag

We gladly walk the plank

Take death gladly thank

Sharks drank like drunks in money

Share of blood, sweet as honey.