Smoking citrus, Christ
Looking Christly, came back around like a Dionysus
But this time more icy, like goodbye to the dinosaurs
Who liked their weather more nicely
Drive myself but I’ve got guys who could drive me, five
Five star chase if I like it but low key today, seeing sights
Looking fine, arm tanning out the open window of a bruise blue Chrysler Cirrus
She asked was it Venus? I said Sirius
Like the radio station? She asked
Exactly like it, I answered
She takes me to task, I bask in her rad
Iance and eat her ass, she’s hotter than a radiator
I’m sticking her like Maximus with the gladius
Told her I’m dead serious
No days off, not for periods
Her feet up, my shoulders the stirrups
Doing coke through the stirrers
Stirring shit, fuck these curs, fuck what’s current
I want what’s around the corner, over this curve
The next movement, the next first Word.
Alchemisland 
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