Hard as a varnished schoolyard conker
Bollard to stop parking, knock it over
In my wake, road full of broken oaths
Spread oats, lose track of where I’m going
Command and conquer
Come at a man, call him plonker
Cruelty to kids, that’s Willy Wonka
Remain the same always, the song will
Inheritance pale compared, wrong will
Bequest third best bed the bard owns
I’m writing odes, holy throat, going bardo
Riding a hinny into the unholy city
Pity about the insidious
No Alex, full name addressing the conqueror
No Alyx, full half life 3 on my monitor
Gabe gave the game to me gladly
After I stapled his face to his notepad.
Alchemisland 
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