Ledger looking owey
Like an orgasming mouth
Big dick like I was a tall Richard
Richer than Richie, on a break from Rachel
Playing Primal Rage with Ross and Joey
Richard III how I’m in the car park
Sparking up joints, key spark to car start
Cursed heart, carbon clouds exhaust farts
Upstarts and tryhards get goldbars uparsed
Like Midas did martial arts, gold star
Gold-hard punches when the fight starts
Cold bars best served revenge luncheon
Lessons with tutor Truncheon
Swing like Miss Trunchbull
Trenchant until the end.
I’ve never once been maskless
My beautiful chassis, my palace
Cloistered bust of Pallas, my Picasso
Can’t hide that I’m an asshole
Take to task the matter of my last
Will and testament, nothing given alas.
Slipped disc how often I sit
Sick dick how often I’m too spliffed to want it
Limp at frisking, limp as Bizkit
Angry Break Stuff, bolts Olympus
Born borne by Zeus’ hurling hurtling Nimbus splitter.
Alchemisland 
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