Drugs and crowns

I’m on drugs and crowns

Gemheavy sceptres

Rugs spun of thread exceptional

Ermine gowns with fur mantles colour eglantine

Dick eggplantine, often planted

Call my dick the plantation

All that came before erasing

Rumour that I’ll boom it, some foundation

You’re frothing like fancy coffee

Little death without a coffin

You say amazing amazing amazing

Single drag’ll set you off, can’t hit without coughing

Can’t get divorced yet can’t stop cavorting.

I’m on drugs, I need crowns

I need a castle full of snapping crocodiles

Impenetrable as Eco’s Casale

Moat wound round like toothed wire coiled across a penitent’s bicep

Consider hitting you, rubbling you Flintstones

Go toetoemanomano leave you dithering

Potionmaster, hat shouted Slytherin four inches from my pate

I step up to the plate and ball.

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