Alchemisland

Rubber band size extra large fries for a fat guy, wisely denies super size

Heart clogged ready to pop clogs, throbbing trying to dislodge properly

The slop from what he eats, his blood finds the route a slog

Dog tired and they’re vein miles from the feet, penis he can’t see

Below his belly’s rotundity, morbidity and fewer abilities

Mobility scooter gone through three ass keeps cracking the seat

Never saw a cracker he didn’t eat, smacking his lips before every meal

He likes everything he sees and that surely contributes to heart disease

Each meal inching closer by degrees to his grave, no robbery

Had to use a rubber coffin to subdue his mass, something more elastic

The mortician wore two masks to stop himself getting sick

A whole bunch of nag champa burning couldn’t mask the sickly scent

Of his misspent innards, days he spent eating TV dinners, amounts criminal

Portions double, get the grub delivered on the double no matter where in Dublin

Trouble was it got too easy to tuck in, they were spending off budget

No off cuts only prime shit, no spicy only mild shit

Fish fingers and chips is nice but not all the time

I stayed a week and we had that meal three times

Nothing that doesn’t come with fries

He started to gather flies when he napped

That’s when the prospect of a will’s creation was advanced

He snapped to it, he was not untalented but unbalanced

Managed that by eating food in towers, hates salads

You know the package, he’s carrying a lot of baggage

His love handles are more like amorous landfill.