Alchemisland

Take that it’s faceflat 

Floor of a mate’s flat

Acme trap, flat as that

Flat as a yoga mat

Face white as low fat yoghurt

Everyone there was frozen

Thinking I’d gone to open-armed Odin

Most took one two most, I gobbled a dozen

My stomach was rumbling, it was hot as an oven

Ask the Witch cousin Hansel pushed in after his brush with

But we’re in Bushwick and I’m sleeping, visiting Styx

Like Jeffrey Dahmer bleeding on the prison’s sticky floor

After getting hit with a broomstick

Wearing my sleeping cap

Dab was the cat’s pyjamas

High as a Sherpa’s Llama

I ingest harmful amounts of prana during practice

Old me gone, flesheating piranhas got it like a rib rack

I was on top like the roofrack before it went backwards

Now I’m barefoot, suffering the next dismal chapter

Posted to snapchat

To much laughter

No slap but happy.