Enough MP to unleash telekinesis
MP on my belt, signalling massive penis
Dog in me, more Corgis than the Queen
DIY Indy, need three chords and chorus
Have to carry my own garrote since phones went cordless
Nothing at my centre, apple that’s coreless
Eve’s boredom
Gave up a life and the law for a cutlass
A cutting rain, the windlass, two masts
I can be kind if it finds me cash
No need to ask whether I’m eating gash
Show up wearing a bib with napkins
Gave up fine art for fine ass
Penis size Gath
Something huge, twice that
Huffing down Vespene Gas
Awaiting Zerg attacks
Lost art I find that
Treatise for transforming into a bat.
Alchemisland 
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