Alchemisland

Told me do one, so I drew one, few new holes in his garb

Balling like Superbowl, no forgetting

200 years later they’ll still say “His lot took soup, you know.” Learn lessons

On a midnight run to my best one

Stocked up like the next one’s a festival

Menace hopping fences

Like I lost the rag during a tennis event

Obsessed with vault contents like Tannis

Direct to the face like a jab from AJ

The yolk of the canister has me like Alice

On a madness in Wonderland’s Queen’s palace

Wartime Athena turns to Pallas

Show them how I twin malice and stamina

Stim packs after a stabbing

Burst two of his six packs, stole his package for ratting

Twin guns like a Western

Mr and Mrs Smith and Wesson, get them

My bong’s ganjholder’s like a stewbowl

You could hardly call this lifestyle frugal

Cops come I know nothing, Father Dougal

If you step to, get too bold

Wrestle you onto the trestle, try a new wrestling hold

Keep the gold foil from the Nestlé

Best foot forward on this last leg, someday they’ll beg

Mortar and pestle seeking supernatural vengeance

Venom in my mentions, know I’m better

After cheddar

But been forever since anyone read it

No use trying Reddit

Seeking expression with less self editing, head mine too meddlesome

Wide eyed at bedtime

Veins clogged with dead wine, electrified by overpride

A voice mine but not mine guides my hand

The words along planned lines like plotted vines

Across the trellis, roses blooming on the now-damaged pergola

Where we used to hold hands

Burning in permanent anguish

Vanishing to new lands, lost in unfamiliar languages.