Alchemisland

First sign of ill behaviour

Standing up, flipping tables

Sit him down, eyelids sabled

Not talking now, mouth stapled

Trying to stand, as if he’s able

Talk to man, as if he’s Plato

And not a do nothing laid low in a cave

I’m Alexander the Great ungrateful at being made

To placate himself before the plainly inferior, frustrated

Yet recognizing that restraint, aforethought, is that which denotes knowledge

Ill fitting my disfigured armature, melted action figure, these robes of office

Neck like a stiff man trying to lick his sternum, looking down hairyfeet hobbit

Crown isn’t heavier than my beer helmet, down a heavy pint, belt it

Crop’s cream, cream’s cream, dream’s dream

Not friends Chandler Bing, ketamine king, horsing down Ivermectin late 2019

Birthday party, Joe Rogan theme, how quickly the pandemic felt like a dream

Covid seemed fine to me but I didn’t die locked in by Chinese authorities

Author of myriad destinies, my density and length, apestrength, call me Jack Dempsey

No flight instinct, hitting right away, throwing kitchen sinks

Plant my feet, surrounded by Foot ninjas, Streets of Rage

Streak of rage I need to vent, I’ve had 3 ventis, beandependent

Greendependent I have a green penchant and a ruby pendant

More chests than a pirate from Penzance, sad though I know not why alas

Out fast if they don’t take cash, anonymous purchase reserving that

Only rats and squares want so much order

Everyday more my father, betterer or worser

Werthers Originals, made to keep your mouth busy until you die

Furthering originality, flames seep from my mouth until you fry

Can’t move but there’s no sprain, wheelchair name of this strain

Meanwhile, my brain like a honey badger railing cocaine, bullet train

Rebranding ten forward to spacebar, firing Guinan, hiring Chiron

Reinstating the grace of the age of Iron; Ogygia, not Ireland

Wooden chopping board bisecting pills with Mormegil, holy sword

Looking for the source, picking out the sticks, bits of the holy cross

Bring that spliff crawsome, no enforcement boss you’re awesome

But sometimes they force me to be an asshole

And I have to blaze way more to forget it all, Numenor’s fall

Numinous ball of the egg-recalling fullmoon calls out to me, bones and all

Role of the law social control, retaliate, beastmode on an officer

Godmode noclip how I flipped over the shield wall then gripped his throat

Burning books to make more room for nerds in my locker, authoritarial

Jacks dunked at lunchtime, swirly, pissy L’Oréal drips from my hair

Selling duty free smokes from a stroller, goods are stolen

Stowed where a baby goes, grinding days molar pain

Major Payne not Damon Wayans, immune to Ebola

In the hot zone without a hazmat, delivering stimpaks and tissues to villagers

Net these days a bot zone, everything amazing proves fake, realness never fades.