Alchemisland

You think your three-pint personality pays your way

No such caper as a free lunch, especially not for a fat cunt, mate

Out of nowhere

One flash and it’s all over

The whale’s last roll over before exploding

It must be fated, someone somewhere must have known that this was going

To happen, there is no one thing and there is no one person to trap my happiness

At one point you said outdoor camping would be better than staying here

And in the same breath

Vainly demanded a lift to the train station, hardly near

Only for decency’s sake you weren’t left to thumb your way

I wish some rabid trucker had picked you up, raped you then done away with you

Away back to your country place, then further away to your fucked-up idiot ape nation

Fat and corpulent, Falstaff you are not

You have fallen far in my esteem and, my friend, you have fallen flat

Among Earth’s denizens

I rank you now below the wasp and the gnat

To me, you are that:

Gestures to right forefinger and thumb in conference save an atom’s width