Alchemisland

They sought E and chronic

Easily gotten, got it so cough up

I harvest my crop like a slave harvests cotton

Sheets of microdots look like paper for blotting

Scary rave tonight, black as the grave and as tight

Thousands packed inside, queueing for my midnight pies

Reaction for some is violent, I could afford floors of diamond

Watchface shining, nothing inside me

Paul Simon it’s the sound of silence

Pulling some young one, pickup lines got mileage, she’s smiling

Finally gets around to asking about doses and I’m dialling

I’m in a castle wearing finery, all their mortgages tiny and subprime

See her backside through ripped tights, thick thighs

Licking them on sight and also next time.