Alchemisland

Sun sweat urine pouring from a ring-festooned member, hard as Durin’s remembrance stone

I’ll go deep enough to regret it, woke a Balrog of Morgoth, almost broke up the fellowship

The Hobbits never get provoked because they take their time and smoke up

They don’t call Samwise the Ganjee Gamgee for no reason, Shire’s Al Pacino

Scarface treason to mention my trees, son, got packs of stanky dank from Orthanc

Stored in the back tank of the wagon full of beer barrels bound for the Green Dragon

Then out to Bree where you could have a drag off a spliff in peace

That is until the Nazgul drift in on black steeds, screaming evilly

We run out hastily and make it to the Buckleberry Ferry

I’m buckled on mushrooms and seeing fairies

Merry has to help me out when it gets hairy

The joint smokes fast because it’s very airy

She didn’t err in that, it has no tares and goes down lovely

All the rizla packets have tears, all the backpackers passing stare

If I stir they look scared and gain a sudden spring in the step

Lepping like spring lambs about the meadow