Alchemisland

Bathroom stall spraying toilet walls

Feel sorry for the drain, prayers that it’s OK

Looks like bits of blown out brain

If a brain was brown and came out that way

Results of four caramel lattes

Two of them before half eight

Real shit like a G describing street deeds on CD

MC only when it means massacred colon

Malicious cacophony, homily of farts when I have coffee to start

Ask me do I wanna try new beans, hell yes bitch please

After fifteen minutes begging mercy on the humble office

No signs of it stopping, shit sloppy as boiled McDonald’s

I admit it’s unpleasant exploiting bodily functions for prosody

But you take what you have, composite and remake, alchemakeup

I’m fascinated by the multifaceted functions of the body

How we have vanity but produce much rancidity

How we have grace but are insidious, remiss in our ability

To let the important things go without mention

My shit right now is the opposite of cement

This whole exiting session feels like a life sentence

I need that woman from Succession’s bag of ludicrous capaciousness

Seal off the cubicle with yellow tape type of perilous shits I take, satanists

Harvest bits for black masses and dark missives, master’s missions

I permit this, I clean my bits with 200 ply tissues

Only 200 players concurrent and server stuttering, facing issues

That’s what it’s like in my intestines right now, anal misuse

So fast and sharp it surely carved a fissure in my innards

Type of shit that make you wonder if you’re the villain

Need an elephant foot of cement to fill the jakes in

Put a sign up warding people away, sin within

Saw a fly come in near the door hinge, died like a bullet hit him

Spiralled down, hit the floor, burning hole like a flaming recorder

Wonder if I should take a pill

Fill a pail and charge pigs to swim in the collected swill

Use pilfered porcine pounds to buy pearls and a slingshot to cast them

Clasp the elastic band clasp and let the rock fly, smash him

Came from Gath expecting close-quarters action, snatched his hat place

Blood ran down his face like a glaive scraped him, he faceplanted

All Israel shouted, running madly toward their diminutive champion.