worldstowhat

Body skinny like a baby finger famished during famine

But equipped with a killer’s wolfmind whip quick lupine

Someone quips I swing fists like a rabid pugilist

I’m quick with brick fists but my brittle wrists

Like winter sticks break easily, little pixie in the flesh

Two hits: me hitting you, you hitting the deck wrecked

So many thicks around must have gotten

All the correct answers, hundred percent

Did an exam in vanquishment, got flying colours

Having hundreds of multitudes flying my banners

Alas, nothing matters and all is vanity

There are more worlds now to subdue

Than ever bold Alexander knew

More new fronts than old ground

Futurist temples found underground

How each mote of acquired knowledge acknowledges

And changes our interpretations of the myths of our antients.

In stance like a boxer, taught by Jack Broughton

Byron wants to write an account of me, how fleet speedy

As if Apollo’s winged feet were sworn to Nike greeting

Greeks fellow with fell tidings, unto a great arising

Don’t stay around for the Persian Version

I’m like Prince Naseem when his chin was virgin

Someone found it, curled his toes, hit averse

But in his prime, those bursts.

Spirit of a princely conqueror

Your energy is pick me

Monkey on my back like a pygmy

Packing fast like working at Rigby’s with Kel and Kenan

Finish up gasping at the ceiling, how am I bleeding?

I’m going off like inkjet with too much cyan

Magenta, telling how I’m glad I met her

She’s in clasps and fetters

Magneto she’s easy sheet metal how I bent her

I take a tincture, inject the infection to self immunise

Urging drug dealers to unionize, move parallel

Fist sky’d prideful, Charles Stewart Parnell; Eireann’s on strike.

Alchemisland