Alchemisland

Fiends are needful things

More lines than Stephen King

I don’t mean the jotters he writes in

Otter how I’m diving, hide from cops to save the crop

Bottle of white lightning, crate of red stripe and smokes from the shop

If my whip went faster, I’d need a riding crop

Corpse splayed on the bonnet where the emblem is displayed

After huffing that can of raid and puffing sage, I didn’t know it said STOP

Ever since I popped I can’t stop, no difference right and wrong

Distance long, between me and others who’re writing songs

Belt shiny like Orion, on a white horse I ride in

So much white and horse, loads I take pride in

Some come in on boats, thanks Poseidon

The rest sky scions, high-up pirates on gliders

Your steel was tinfoil, recognize that glint

My steed guzzles oil and blares Rinse

Bottles of gravesoil, take the hint

I’m real, dead serious, albeit mysterious

Secret society tiered, top one’s the leader

I’m their top gun so I pop one, skull crunched like a milkless cheerio

When you were leaving, patting pockets for keys, hope you said cheerio

To those you hold dear because after this eve you won’t see them

Destroying but first I’m seeking like Metallica in ’83

We lunched on his haunches to stop him haunting

Now I’m part of the vaunted trio.