Stymy those syllables

Don’t get hung up, might get strung up

One more word you’ll never earn young’s antonym

You’ll never mutter at the first wrinkle in the mirror

Fucked with a nutter and got murdered

When I talk, never have to ask if I stuttered

When you talk, it’s speak up, you muttered

Bleeding out in the gutter, pig stuck with the cutter

Screen flashes like Nikon captures black to colours, it’s your mother.

You’ll never do nothing

It is on, brother, flooding tears like London Bridge falling

Android vibrating across the dash

Another whore calling

I’m on the road, cuzie called shotgun, car colour Schönbrunn

What I brought homegrown what you got shopbought

Racists with white laces and braces causing Mayhem at Harcourt Place

Stymy syllables make you more killable

Killing I find risible, dumped abandoned swimming pool.

I’ve got a hand cannon weight of a festive ham

I’ve read the literary canon, got a Faulkner in my hand

Entranced by dancing arcana, I’ve got a full blue bar of mana

I’m subsisting solely on sacred lamb sandwiches and manna

I’m smoking Benson and Hedges, I’m praising Gods at the henges

Between embrace and vengeance, I’m at the violent edges

Chewing Wrigleys to shave off hard edges, I’m trying to revive legends

Set a fire words full of intention, penship pensioned off at war’s end

Penchant for mentioning the unmentionable, trenchant bisexual.

I’m going to work everyday and getting paid to do nothing

I’m staring at the screen, seconds from erupting

I’m imagining real corruptions, I’m using magic to create ructions

At quantum level, I’ve got the devil behind me whispering malevolence

I renounce my penance and increase my level

Cardinal sins well I’ve got several

Pardon all sins, water’s lustral

Big machete seen a lot of hacking action

Slash-happy, call it Severance Package

Don’t need a miracle, brought cans to wedding feast at Cana.

Alchemisland