Alchemisland

Thirty three now I’m certy, done observing

Dirty feet getting Jesus cleaned, Son as servant

Cheap meal plainly served

No dessert but the wine’s free from here to eternity

Adding up counting beans, I’m the captain of one supreme team

Strapping lad, I’m some lean meat fucking outta habit nympho rabbit 

To keep on brand, she went Watership Down, my trips to town calamitous

So I stay home eating her clam like its sandwich stuffed with ham

Movies, amateurs, bedside camcorder, orders in different languages

Making more, brand new service fees this quarter

Percent off as a courtesy but ask for more, or beg please

Then it’s curtains, see; this isn’t Oliver T

I’m not Charles D brimming with empathy

Everyday looking brand new on these streets

Belief’s power allows me to clown

On cowards, finally getting my flowers

So there are roses, ten thousand in rows

Head to toe in serval furs, sipping dip-your-toe-in cold cocktails

Venus infers, sexts have my cock rockish, she’s touching it like braille

We’re doing bondage, the two of us are mentally haunted, physically frail

Sharp words for servile curs, cruel to the service

Paid his purse so he serves my time

The painting looks worse while I remain young and spritely

Describing pain to the nurse: it’s worse in the night

Need turpentine to get right

Motor oil four or five drops in a pint, midnight black wine

You could use to take a midnight drive

One hit off my spliff, like you were taking a dive Pride Final Conflict 2005.