Alchemisland

Squaring up, Arman-y

Lost that title shot money eating for too many

Sue me, man, but sumo mass doesn’t suit me

Unprofesh as any, downright ammy

Car emblem always an animal: Incan jaguars, princely stallions, all manual

Colour: bluntpull come up sunrise in Miami.

Zoot like a Cuban, our man in Havana

Sometimes see fleeting scenes, what God’s planning

But fuzzily, shadows and impressions like a valley by Cézanne

Tearing up Armani

Swearing more than a Navy lad on land

After beating the Nazis, at last

Squaring up to me could prove nasty, lad

I’ve got a shank with me that’d skewer a boar bad, Robert Barath

Eon, this whole aeon’s mine.