Fit check chockful of green ticks on my pics
Peacocking in my era
Looking slick in the mirror’s convex
Hair slicked back like a 50s convict, cigarettes up the flexing sleeve
Upon older reflection, skin routine maintains my complexion.
Heat the green like chocolate, thick-making admix
Trippy as a wanderly wagon, each beer mug a flagon
Pragmatic about my chance against the dragon
I’ve got pocket change, dragging chains Jacob Marley
In the Christmas Carol, broker all quarrels
Cheque trousers and docs foxy, fool in motley
Kicks like a squadrons, shiny as a copper’s.
Enough ham start a bank with just Shaws
His braces have vanished, Mandela Jaws
Sentence life Shawshank time
Shank knife Sisters taking turns.
Alchemisland 
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