Alchemisland

Walls scrawled with names a deep-minded sage Aud could not recall

Or did not deign to, arrangements have been made, something put in place

To prevent me from making my own way, I am taking an old fate from a myth page

Assault-repelling salt ring borders my exalted offerings

Methinks something is off when I make the drop so I take it off

Sixty to ninety for sixty nine miles should be enough, hot fuzz

How I give you a buzzcut with a pitchcap, tans with your black

Hands behind my back letting you land because I’m a mad savage

I was on your man like Babbage on mathematics

My grand plans drug schematics, weed in attics getting addicts cabbaged

To my fiduciary advantage, my financial plan is take it all and vanish

Curse in Spanish, vanish behind my weed clouds no clout seeker

No deep dreamer no loud speaker when I burn your ear off

Napped against an old metal heater, collapsed again the pain repeating

Receding when I burn the leaf despite knowing its evil, my hemlock

Always keep enough to spark off in my pocket, amount I store in shocking

Enough to see the doors locked me down in Store Street, seeking more

Like I was hoping to interview the bowling for columbine director