Alchemisland

Gave up the drink

Ages e’en to a Donkey

Still smoke after smoke

Fifteen blunts a day, with bongs between, keep taking higher doses

Coughing my way to a coffin, bonging ‘til my lungs explode

The plot’s exposed

A rancid acre my lot

Where nothing grows, save blight and rot

My Father throttled me in a rage

When I told him I gave all I got

For this place.