Alchemisland

My manor in planning elaborate

Take extra time, as much extra dime, get my oubliette right

Balcony where I reposed like a Juliet at night

Will see whether the night child’s songs suffice

Cold as ice my hands like a man’s demised

Shadow cast spells life’s last, noose’s fastening, cattle lasso abacted

Hope you made an impact, lived like each day last, because death is thankless

Alas I did nothing but sit on my couch in anger, smoking and wanking

Writing and pretending I’m a bad man ting, when I’m a pasty wimp from Stillorgan

I am one of the more fortunate people in the world, few slaps upside head the worst I got

So no idea why I’m cursed with such dark verbs, mistrust authority the new Word.