Wings grew when my weed grew
When in Rome, do as Romans
When in Athens, cast your ballots
Thinking hard, Athenian leanings
Wake from a nap wondering is this not Knossos
Greek ceilings, banded with La Téne knotwork
Thinking about adding freizes, sea scenes
Poseidon’s beard steaming, streaming
Stringed with pearls, Lisa Simpson seeming
Delian league eager to stop a Persian sequel
They rule the seas here, but Persepolis near equal
I’m playing in the Major Leagues for major pay
I cried that day but it made me this way, drill sergeant Major Payne.
Before today, I never once flew
Breathing clear first time since flu
Fuck, now this I could get used to
Sun smeared with cloudcream
Looking like fresh baba ganush
I’m slathered in nth factor sunscreen, looking like a melting Ken doll
She’s ringing me going mental, I’m considering a PR rap like Kendall
At home Roman surrounds
Omen soundtrack on the surround sound satanic
Marble busts of my best hounds Byron’s Boatswain
Trays for trays, glasses for glasses
Spoons exclusive to Baked Alaska
Smoke two joints simultaneously, baked faster
Make Anastasia feel common, had she escaped
Easeful death sleeping, fain
Others split by rifle butts: fate
Cash in burlaps around, bulging bags abounding, I got a bounty
Mattress median like a mountain, social media clownshow
You getting old fast, I’m filling my flask from the fountain, kicking a 21 year old’s ass
So much drip I could drown, secret shit therefore owls
Lush robe I’m like Homer missed church, graceful as Ganesh
My ivory tusks are a chick magnet
I’m an Ice Age hangover penning ballads
Call me Don Smilodon, smile that launched a thousand missiles
My words epistles, barb thistle to my wit, show you Fatherland Harris
Priam’s Ilium won’t last the evening, rubble and puddles used be Paris
I’m like a whole planet in grabbing passers
Irish goodbye, Hoffa how I vanish
Hop into an Uber, say fast in Spanish
Driver offers me a choice of routes, I answer Sepultura
Brazilian Deliveroo driver fistfighting with northside joyracers, Second Battle Moytura
Don’t ask about Gypsy Kings if you don’t mean Big Joe Joyce
Simey with the squeaky voice, Joby with the penguin’s feet
Prince found in the rushes, can’t kill me Mad Russian.
Never flew before, how it feels then soaring
New Icarus forgetting the weak glue
Hot sun will soon undo
Only-gotten son spinning sycamore leaf lands sickly
Death undue, falling sploosh kabloom into a blue pool
Jewel of his father’s eye
Daedalus cannot invent a machine to revive him
Had other sons, five bid returning one
Embrace warmly, warning gift infernal
Flight for a mortal brings peril
Unnatural that a man delve
Where eagles blaze like X Wings
And stars boost like one way sex swings
Caught on the bars.
Get me title fight no tune up
Danger signs, I’m queuing up
Mistress, anemic Luna
I go deep like a tuna
Emerge streaked like a merman
Clad in damp squid furs, clapped Squidward
He shot first, Greedo
Quid pro quo, Squid bro bro
Gorgon’s wig in my hero’s hand.
Alchemisland 
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