Getting maw from a broad
Getting my face plastered on broadsheets
I’m selling acid sheets on O’Connell Street
She’s treating me, beating me off on the street
Athena adrenalizing my meat
No penalising this surprising penis size, drill her on the side table
Grilling sausages later, ate her then ate every plate in the refrigerator
Driving style ridge racer
Throwing tortoise shells at learner plates
I never learned to use the brakes
Take her out to eat, some nice place
A nice plate, potatoes, peas and hake
I got a pasta bake it was fairly tasty
Better than take away, assuredly
For dessert, brandy and a buttery, flaky pastry
She takes great pains to assure me
She’s coming back to my place
Handprints scrape misted panes
Ambien, reaching mystical planes
None of it planned, nothing explained
All my plants getting flames
All my aunts expecting gaffs
Are you mad
Bitta cash now I’m everyones’ dad.
Alchemisland 
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