Alchemisland

Your lipsmacking is so unthreatening to the gang

We didn’t even fetch weapons

You’re like that one who keeps trying to make fetch happen

You kept coming back, mangy cur with manky fur a bit too fetch-happy

Lucky you because I’m not shy giving nippy pips full cups of blunderbuss

Tough love find you under us staring up above quicker than a lunch rush

Lacking, found wanting, didn’t get the fuss

Friend group like a Wacken campsite, whack you on sight, we’re vampires

You can tell by the cat’s eyes hiding below fringes like triangles

In Lacken stacking pounds of stonking kush my lunchbox barely dulls

The smell, two pulls does the cunt in, fucking hell

Every two minutes someone blowing up my beller

Asking me for tickets like I’m Tommy from Sound Cellar

Don’t get upset but it’s me that gets her wetter

Massive ick your Dunnes blue jeans and front bottom inspector sweater

Sent home if she arrives in Uggs

I’m in my cups no matter what time she arrives

Hate fuss, can’t drive so get used to it, Love

Two doves barely makes a dent, deep hole this buzz

All the gear and a few ideas, safety goggs and gloves.