Alchemisland

She has a box of toys to make her make noise

I don’t mean Chip Hazard or a Gorgonite

I want to try touching your organs tonight

Deep as a mine lift, the sun leaves me sight

Asks me to read her lips, I ask which

Pushing my crown, dipping, ones below the hips

In the silver steed, atop a pilfered steed, screaming zealfully at Mordorian fiends

Pippin at Minas Tirith in my own version, my vision

There’s also a side to it from Xerxes, Persian Version

I came a long way from the Shire, stealing farmer Maggot’s mushrooms

Getting high on pipe weed, dreaming green dreams outside the Green Dragon

Plug drags himself all the way from Bree, after three drags, pass, I’m on it

Draconic laws surrounding chronic, iconic healing tonic

Cops find you on it throw you in it, please your honour

Suddenly got you in handcuffs and bondage, not Ionic