Alchemisland

Ten fifteen 

Waiting on a Chinese

Tomorrow PIP 

Not pleased 

But it’s only Will

Pop him like a zit

Into his comfy coffin 

I chose your allotment 

Lead you there, spinal shotgun

My will greater, I will victor

Last longer take a picture 

That’s why I make these sex tapes 

It’s part of my endurance 

I am very alluring 

Every boyfriend curious 

Why their wife likes me 

Three words: Big Dick Likely

When the pelagic argosy strikes land 

You will know it’s the autarch’s plan

Vanity of the hidden hand emerging 

Showing my life’s management

Hungry stomach like a worried dog

Sleeping outside like you were a dog

Couldn’t see it mind was fogged 

In details down bogged

Couldn’t see copse for the logs

Name down Joe Bloggs on ship logs

Make my escape early one dawn 

Down at docks before your curtain’s drawn

Bound for the bay of Botany, I walk on.