A satire
Clown life, parodic
Sporadic, off-grid nomadic
Report card said probably spastic
Germ warfare lab in my attic
Spores of cryptosporidium in bags
Released into the river that runs out back
Through the Canyon
Peter saw me but I ran, and fast
If I want it I’m on it, black swan it
Haunted until I got a vaunted wallet and a vault for all I’ve got
Wanna say I’ve got it, bought it, had it, and lost it
I wouldda fought
I wouldda died for a taste.
Alchemisland 
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