Thousand litre lung capacity
Drank all the water that sank Atlantis
Still had room for two cans of Fanta
Hammered, talking like headphones on and speechjammer
Yawning at your tawdry efforts, peasant
Rouse from bastard fecklessness to a champion’s breakfast
Driving by night soundtrack Vangelis, hands angelic
Yet indelicate, indecorous relying on other men
Enough pigs in this pen with one present
I’m on his back, wages taxfree my squidgy black Dargle waxy
Never talk when I’m in the taxi, in the backseat screwfacing
Dismayed at the idea of repetitions, same thing, but did I ever tell you I’m amazing?
Gifted since the first day, lifted to Thoth’s good graces, armed with a casement
To the world’s debased basement, verbs more shocking than taser shots
Hot ones drop it, not talking about hot potatoes, think about pain a lot
Probably explains all the pain I’ve got, none to blame we’ve all got rocks
Doxx myself just for company, begging god for help with detox
Many men I’ve outfoxed, quiet movements satinsilk stockings
Chickenstock how I drop rocks into the pot, stirring it up hot
Eight for dinner, rang delivery but they don’t do liver
Slippery, devil beneath gleaming livery
Denippled kings of ancient history whisper to me
The voice of the windstirred trees, ancient even
To the builders of Eden.
Alchemisland 
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