A taxi driver told me, practically in tears
About a two-tiered society, the CIA selling gear
A mob who rule through brute force and fear
Only through decoding twilight languages can they be made appear
In full wolf fierceness
They had all the fathers of Nobel winners nearly
Packed neatly into a room, they were told to get moving and provide samples
Given the amount of winners, a cummy amount that’s ample
That belongs to the company now, champ
Three witches on the hill, where a seasoned rambler will not tramp
Three tramps booked by cops after JFK bought it; call amberlamps
Islands where a six year old can provide a corpulent major with a lapdance
They make sure they photograph the iniquities of their lapdogs
Do not pass go, do not collect $200, take a pocketful of chance
Cards and strike out yourself; a snuff video, kids stabbed in prams
Ephebes and catamites grown in labs, never advancing past
A budding thing’s awkward phase, a new master race with infant faces
Through repeated brutalities, their true selves are displaced, erased
Wiped away like a butter maze by the sun’s focused rays
In the northern sky, a wanton blaze and wanted wolves baying
Leviathans beaching themselves in the bay, for today is that day.
Alchemisland 
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