Alchemisland

What, to justify my urges, I call thinning the herd

The need comes urgent like I’ve just finished my third

Heartrate surging faceful detergent

Jekyll’s fading Hyde’s emergent

My purpose wearing purple, leaving perps bullet ridden in the dirt

Merciless flirt, doing Nürburgring circuits chasing skirt

No curtains I won’t part to slurp, bib on to catch the squirt

Berserk-capable, seen only by arrangement

Vantablack actually, darker than dark sable, like a crow’s tail

Never more than two rings if you hail

Don’t need that first query about whether I have it

Stacking as a habit, trackers in a transit

Catch you then it’s handsing

Don’t ask if I have it on sale, it’s available, it’s in the Merc

Ring my number, I’m under King Dirt

Mighty knight, I’ve got more pages than a Clavell caper.