Buyer’s Market

Driving the borderlands, killing Varkids

Big sniper always hit the target, Manny Vargas

BMW S5, big stripes hug the side like a Zebra’s hide

Recently separated so I’m cruising

Dipped in kief, my marinated zoot

Cloud colour soot so I roll up the roof

Wondering whether that second moon is an illusion

Moving through the mist like an apparition

Walk into your room like I’ve got permission

Bee line for the felines with my lines, man on a mission

Icy eyes up top, smile below, lines in the middle like division

Guys I see can’t talk to me, split personality it’s brain fission

Getting brain from a sort from Bray, sign reads gone fishing

Infiltrating her compound like a ninja, gets nine fistings

Cumpound, I go off like unstable gunpowder

I’m in the yard the prowler, her mouth sound couldn’t be louder

As I devour her unshaved growler, my clit power wows her

Kickback and big power, showing off my click bauw

Then flicking her bean for an hour

Sticking together sticks of green flower

Scoring more often than Robbie Fowler

Red jersey, red card as a courtesy for all my fouling

Pills blue as the actor who played Bill in Kill Bill when they found him

Buyer’s market, laid down a marker like Peep Show Mark said

Saw her in passing while I was parking, now she’s passed out at my party

Formerly dressed all in sparkly, raunchy Givenchy, now she’s starkers

Asking about masks and illuminati, how to get started down the dark path

Big mouth, end up in the Amontillado Cask

Gasp when given my task; compose the next Red Death Masque.

Alchemisland