Alchemisland

C’mere to me Jon Ronson, how do you get uncancelled?

I’m listening to Uncanny, drinking cans

Getting so rotten drunk a sponsor was gotten

We weren’t eating dessert but the dick was spotted

Wicked sticks were potted before someone got it on contact

She’s solid, into smoking solid and light bondage

Polite; still not getting mothed

Check my horn, Kimahri Ronso

I was playing Rondo of Blood, smoking chongos of muddy bud

Call me Ronseal, do exactly what I said I’d do upon a win

Exactly what was written on the tin

I’m on the wing, foot-measuring threshing pinions.