Grey suited reaper
Born elite, I say breeding
Never treading water
My words what they’re reading
All my alphabet pals out reaving
Reaping what’s sown
Evil that’s stowed in my soul, bred in the bone
Hunger pangs for junk now that I’m old, William Burroughs mould
I’m not yet entirely sold but collect 200 when I pass go
Neon city glow, with the glozers, dozers and nosers in blinky atomic gloam
“Welcome, Tommy, to New Rome”
A six toed colossus outside Rhodes
A toad licked today to cure my delectation sickness
With the quickness I’ll put a stop to a witness.
Alchemisland 
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