Alchemisland

Flesh her arena

Remit pleasure

Metal mesh dress like Xena

Has me saying Jesusssssss

Has me wanting to return Las Malvinas

She’s muy, muy mal and salty, la sal

On it before I’ve finished Que Tal?

To use your currency, I’m here for the dinero

Don’t mind getting eaten on the toilet, like Genero

Getting mine from a fine Argentine

Told me her granny’s name was something Stein

Might have been Wolfen

Wolfed me down with hands tied, her granddad Hans died

Within the last five years

Had a stroke while swimming, taken by tides

Ride that’d rupture a spleen in an older guy

But I’m just the right guy, right size

I can tell, pupils dilated

Eyes rolling back like a transit van too heavily stacked at the back.