Alchemisland

Spinning towards you, holding a lasso

Like Wonder Woman in the cut-off gimp suit

I limp out low courage then wimp out

Circe how many men here have snouts

I’m saint without sinner within, doing circuits

Moving your mouth making no moves, ending where ya started

Hardly present I can’t get past this hardshaw peasant who barred me

No bar so far will have me

I could have the deeds to the place and they’d grab me

Escort me chortling to the exit portal, I grab either jamb of the doorway

Don’t you know who I am

I’m important, chucked for poor comportment

His chest is like a fortress

He’s from west Bulgaria and when things get hairy

He clears the area, he is his own barrier but I like it I marry it

I come back like a disgruntled whore with my lariat

But my friends corral me into the chariot, lucky you

Larry got stretched but this is the night before

Boys in blue from Templemore scatter us

Monks seeing drakeprows shoring

Place is empty, endless and terrible

Fulla cunt tourists, but never boring.