Alchemisland

I lead my horse to the water source but it’s up to him to drink

Tastes weird, it’s corked, I don’t mean bottom Ireland

New bottle please, if it’s no hassle

Three holes, it’s forked like the blue beard of Daario Naharis

I’m in the golden company and second suns simultaneously

My famous crimes are heinous

Bars dirtier than dildos after the zodiac’s anus

Shameless 

More holes to cover than a tin whistle mid flow

More limbs moving in my bed than during the Octopus Jig

Think my jizz was milk from a bloated cow, fill the pail

I’m on the back of the pig, printing devil’s footprints on the snow

Satan calling on me, Eric Prydz

When pigs fly, thousands die

Undoing what I did.