Alchemisland

Jealous? Get a bellyful of buckshot what’s up, Doc

Rabid for wabbits, Ave, Rabbi and kiss

Piss out enough to resink Atlantis, having to rethink the plan on the wing

Digging hater graves like I plan to plant Hades

Barding on all you hayseeds

Planet Pluto above me, pleiades 

Crazy gods made me, Gods must be crazy laserdisc

Robert Graves how I scathe and rage at questioning

Questing down the sewers for dropped rings, butterfingers Saturn

Life a series of routines and patterns, mine those of a madman

Thirty silvers for Jesus in Gethsemane

Give me Simon Phoenix, get seventy.