Breaking fast Sonic speed supersonically fast
Blue whir mowing autistically across the artistic
Landscape, pugilistic instruments primed
Any loose-lipped rhymster talks shit
Gets whipped, fistically biffed bully beef
Cheap as chips – not anymore – price of crypt ticket
Better hope you don’t sport a bum ticker
After this coffee, shit’ll spill like port from malleted liqueurs.
Server asking do I wanna try a new blend
Dully comprehending what’s being asked acquiesce
Commuting to work, heading out
To last orders in the early house.
Drinking a caramel latte on fast forward
Trying not to jam thumbs into eyes, goreforth
Headphones on, wisdom’s choice: Frank Delaney’s Re:Joyce
Looking from phone to screen to phone to screen
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow; scream out
Feeble being, not even eight fifteen
My stomach groans, seated on my lonely throne
Weeping, begging caper’s end
Fasten period to trial trying, ass tailed blindly
Seeking wit’s end, I reach a cone’s tapered hone
Wondering could I go home if I start crying.
Hands barely under my command
None forming rank below my banner
Slathering dangerous jams
Balming my William Blake tyger loaf
Flakes, breaking for teeth’s sake
Else imminent a dentist’s patient
The office a retard fortress
From whom I beg divorce.
Alchemisland 
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