Alchemisland

Don’t wear a toga in Manitoba until Spring’s over

Remove no clout ‘til May is out

I’m the Shire’s Gaffer Gangee

Liquid wrist I twist the piff

‘Twixt Rizla trapping Ganja

I take the gaffer and wire tape

Don’t go blabbing, it’s wire tap

Wrecked his mouth, two tap slap Diaz

Cat rectum mouth, ass prr

I’m succeeding as per

Garden Eden in aspect

Eating good, Asda’s best

Drooling like took five diazzies

Hope they won’t find my diaries

I expounded on the killing dreams

Shallow graves beneath my rockeries

Founded new killing fields

For each of them picked Michaelmas Daisies.