Irish tyrant
Big iron for try hards
My contents a hit parade
Your oeuvre not worth its paper
Your countenance like hit grenade.
Boyne maps Orion
All my toil and trying fruitless
Like burnt Eden, smile toothless
Tore out Ruth’s book, I’m ruthless
Routes to my roots with each toot
Die in my boots.
Alchemisland 
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