Alchemisland

Drinks I’ve had fifteen, floor feels more slippery this evening, eel me

Steeling to stymie a fall, it’s not time yet for me to fall, boss calls

Recalls me, leaves an angry voice recording, leal and sporting

But broke at forty I can’t support, I take his order and sell it off

Like a bankrupt cat’s assets, liquidated more like eaten by acid

I’ve had more plants, thought I was the green men

Eager madams in teeny hot pants adopt their stance

Posture won’t trick the poppy pastor, poised, what you after

Could have walked right past her but she caught my glance

I felt fastened, for once some moisture in these hands, clammy

She’s grabby like she’s accepting a Grammy, wants a gram

Of nose clams don’t tell Daddy, wants me to see her pants

Wants me returning to the pad, no chance, only helipads

For this lad, lift me up as explosions engulf the power plants

I have plants and powder, weights, pots and pans

Spanning two hands, I whip up the mischance

Not a hair askance when I meet the Lord of Misrule

This world’s ruler, he never misses a beat, busy street

Stops me, accosts me, he looks like someone in costume

But that’s his true visage, he has risen from frigid tombs

Engaged in twisted, forbidden rites, which decency abjures

He lives in the sewers with three twisted hooers

Owls hooting over a polluted creek

Leaking barrels peaking out

Embarrassed to speak out about my need for bone marrow

I smashed his teeth in with a rock, age of bow and arrow

Can carry, capacity massive, ain’t heavy he’s my brother

Rarely to never feel overencumbered

Cucumber cool when opps are coming

Their hearts drumming, ears humming

I’m sunning myself knowing my gun is ready if I’m tested

Speed I feel like I’m blessed with, bequests from demons I messed with

Friend requests, friend list full of quick hits and lean sippers

Zipper down my clipper fell out and landed on my slippers

Slip on vans I slip out to meet the delivery man about

A dog, I’m tripping like I licked frogs, checking for fraud in their reports

If the count is short, I become like a different count, blood tastes gorgeous

Ancient Wallachian fortune and fortress

Enslaved I hate them

Put paid to them

Raised up like new temples

As I tuck into beef and gravy, feeling empty

Looking up, eyes blazing, evil invents me

Sight amazing, best bit of each day indenting

Babe-laden anpiels impaled

Blood running down staves.