Alchemisland

Start my name with a capital

Speak my name, known in the capital

Those who know me doff their caps, they are below me

Like the sky over the crops growing, all-knowing

All my free throws reach the end zone

I know nothing about sports except MMA, god knows

If the end zone even means a goal in that mode

Please don’t let me know, or tackle me with your padded shoulders

It ain’t over until I make the throw or decide to pass

Never pass until it’s only a roach and a wilting chode of grey ash that’s acrid

Into the ashtray, I’m glad as Hagrid when he’s allowed to do magic

Expelled for his habits, kept around because he’s good with rabbits

And magical taxonomy, he’s an encyclopaedia of cryptozoological ideas

Every thought of mine is a new idea, I laugh like a hyena, demons walk on halloween

I am on the final aethyr, ethered on methylated spirits and vodka ribena

Mouth dry as a ryvita after repeatedly smoking up heaters eagerly