Alchemisland

Blunt to my friends

Alone in my cell

With a blunt to myself

And a bit to sell

I’m bitter to the cells

Cold, whether kelvin or celsius

Hard headed, surrounded by asbestos

All my besties gone, only their respective spectres this November

Hard-handed, like I wore a cestus

Woof tastes proper, teases what my teeth are left in

A kindness you needn’t mention

But it’s time for thesis testing

I’m making investments, not on credit, so I can’t have less than

I’m wearing vestments in the edit of someone getting zedded

Wine from vespers wedding with the embers in my belly

I took a quick siesta and missed south by southwest festival

Nothing better than getting messy until you get messed up

And meet the devil where he’s stood

If you’re sullen, sulking, he helps you up and says it’s all good

You can tell it’s him despite the hood

He came from Hell, for my own good

He thanks me for all the blood.