Alchemisland

Strange fungi had me feeling funky 

But it wasn’t the dolphin that done me 

In and dulled me, I was like a doll 

Rearranging my inventory 

Making room for more idolatry 

More advanced technology 

Armour-plated troglodyte 

Uploading the invention of fire template

Six hundred sixty six troglo-bytes 

Making phone space 

Naked first dates 

The state of things 

What a useless age

Strawmen burn away 

Good sense turned away 

Never shut the door may 

Be an angel in disguise 

I see an angel in your eyes 

He’s gone once I pry them out 

Shouting at least I tried 

Blood fountaining, no more sight

He’s funny, little mumbly

Fungi in my tummy