Alchemisland

So skinny Oxfam sending goats

I’m plotting pot planting ploys planning whole planet my hand

Pope of plants, John of Growths

Betray all oaths, portrayed fur coated

Floor length portraits, palm fronds and fountains

House like a mirage, melange of clashing styles brought

To beauty in contrasting motley, palimpsest I wrought

Clod ferried over from the homefields, bit of the bog

To make odd butter.

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My bollocks are like electronics, shocking

Call them Castor and Pollux, boxing

Castrate me half, still packing more than most

Never blue, beat a gee black and blue

Eating for two at the all you can eat seafood

Don’t misconstrue it, impediment go through it

Smoking big trees, whittling them down to boats, joints canoeing

I’m whizzing down the Anduin with the son of Thranduil

Joint in the dark getting sparked, no riddles

Smoke and flame getting made, Durin’s Bane

Pain when I piss after a mile or more of green

Musta had oak in the machine

Find me in Fangorn, Gandalf Green

Blasting zats with Radagast, fast passing puff pass until it’s ashed

Let me ask you something, talking fast like traveller cant.