Alchemisland

Obsessed with penning

Panicking to find a pen

Before the lines repel

My eyes grappling hooks

Latching on with a look

Look at me crooked

Left hook, muppet

Little like Mrs Muffet but 200 points in toughness

Hundred Tenants pints at predrinks, palmed keyring leave cardoor streaks

Squeaking as I make my art, my life started in the limbotic

Won’t be called a Taig on the take by a psychopathic proddy

Slash your throat behind the body, drink your steaming blood hot toddy 

Unclog my chest the best decongestant, not gestalt or ersatz

I chair the affair, grievances are brought to bare before me, I hear

Out involved parties before making a judgement call, partly

Judge partly jury, one party always leaves in a fury.