Alchemisland

Urgent new urges, sudden purging

Shear my spines to a naked urchin

Samson’s least wanted excursion

To the barber getting his ears lowered

Before pillars collapse in dust explosion

New haircut has me looking good

Has me a cut above

So hot to touch me you need hazmat gloves

Having that love easily, decent at indecency

Can’t donate hair in case witches run the place

Leave it open air, for the bird to nest and mate

It’s my fur in your nest, mate

It’s your fit fed into my furnace

You came here in earnest, mistake you made first

Like someone dying of thirst and my place was banks aburst

Cast a curse that’ll swerve past you, curve the spines of your bornfirsts

I was born the worst and since have only gotten worse

My hurt internals I turned to active verbs, rising through the rank and file

To the rank of colonel, my drill camp difficulty ranked infernal

They don’t thank me but think of me when their tank enters action

They remember me telling them to smash for all their worth

I’m bent as a recurve bow no bent copper nutter will collar me though

My once-flowing locks are now shockingly short, I look ready to report

For duty, ready to record porn with a broad with a broad booty

Call of the poosay, I’m spawning in that lobby that pops out a jobby

Red on his forehead a momentary punjabi, soon be dead, too I’ll be

Too many hobbies, friends getting dropped freeing time for hobgoblins

Predator with the cloaking device, dick to the hilt hidden in the vagina

Taken more lives than white lines in one bowl of rice to feed all China

Strider how I range for ages before getting close to the ring

Switch it to Harry Potter, hairy pussy slytherin

Ghosthunting, a spectre came fronting

It was bantamweight vs phantomweight

Ghost uppercut, became champ that way

Trained for half a day, hit him 

Like he bit a grenade, kissed a missile tip

One jab to the body, one thai style trip and that was it

Displaced his hip, my Judo use was imminent 

Once I got the gable grip, grape flavoured green like Green Gables Anne

Pots to piss in and pans full of bands, rubber band to fasten my mask

Go faster stripes painted on my ass when police torches hammer the glass

I’m out early like I’m skipping class, looking class in a classic

Hope you remember all you learned in classical studies

Because my classes are conducted in Latin

You better be fluent in the mythical canon

You better know ancient canticles

How to read in old english the tales of Canterbury

Else leave you in so many pieces you can’t be buried in one area

Scary at first but merry once you burst the permafrost

I begin to thaw, I’m hostage to you, a thrall

Your ass like two balls fastened together with a lash

I wanna give you the best ass sash before the competition’s even started

When I see you my eyes cartoon love hearts, at what time does love start

HP Lovecraft art how you visit me in dark dreams, a succubus so mean

Dart to your house any free moment I have, big balls behind dragging

So thirsty I start seeing a dragon mirage, I need a dragged out massage

Behind my swimming togs, kind that makes the Titanic car windows fog

I wanna be your dog, I wanna be a log on your fire, your loyal hog

You’re neither a waitress nor a Mohel but I’m giving you some tips

The wave, you work your hips, the way you worked your lips eclipsing

My good sense and all my good mama said, all the gospel lessons

Out the window like the defenstration of Prague, life’s a drag

Except when I see you, even just the back you turn to me

Every second without you feels like eternity, you turn me on

You turn my keys, purring engine, open front door, city freedom

Walking my streets, my balls are blue as Beast’s ears

My hopes I blew in a beast’s ear, he said it won’t be another year

You will have what you seek, it is not what you fear

Oracles never tell the story clearly, nothing stated cleanly

Like a poet excising meaning on later drafts, to be mean

And to court the scene dubbed modernity, she tells me seek

Behind a vaporous screen in a deep cave, inhaling inhalants

Her arms twist about her head, repaying invisible assailants

She arcs her spine revealing her eye whites and darkwine roots

The miasms which pollute the air render her a bare vessel 

Into which delve messy Gods, speak through her pronouncing ides

My eyes account them five, horned and impermanent yet alive

Thriving in the dying light of her fugued mind, viscous saliva

Poured from the Volva’s possessed maw, omens she saw

Scrawled for me upon the wall, squaw squawked as she walked

A cawing crow in form, seeming to phase and change, this I saw

In the cave on the leeside of the astral mount Abora

I have cleaved the bone foes who haunt the mound of horror

I have warred with Set’s followers to rethrone godking Horus

I have dishonoured all with my comportment, I retire in Portugal

Portly, washed up, prostitutes visit me reluctantly for conjugals

I pay the bills for half of them, call me mom’s cooking

Leave a fucking muppet’s face crooked, mouth with hook in

Now with diesel dinner cooking, kitchen looking like hell in Dublin

Borealis, local, inside my kitchen, hams, patties, faceslap Hitchens

I’m in the hellfire club with four pregnant bitches

Looking for the black cat of Killakee to get a picture

Increasing in valency, amounts of faces I display then debris

Leave the bags at the end of the street

Everyone walking by think it’s bad meat

I see a fox running through my garden

Carrying a pair of human feet.