Chasing snakes like neck-breaking Hercules 7 years before turning 8
Gods, demideities and half-human fates considered acquaintances
This town I led Hamelin-like, from decency to depression
Selling fiends their leisure, accruing so much treasure I feel so much better
No acquiescing, fudge the numbers the ledgers are messy allegedly
Constant CCTV by determined DCs, trying to get the measure of me
Tantamount to repression, boss says increase the pressure
On the creep, on the session in this section
More well known than the President
Brownbread, no longer present
No one right-minded desires presence
Those dread and unpleasant grounds, my place outside town
Buried bread all over the place like a Alzheimer’s-afflicted baker
Derry-bred how your worst fears anticipate how I’m dressed today
I’m on my Tobler on the road in the estate
Life harder than a spiderbite boner, no passengers in the Escalade
Other than fits of strange uncontrollable passion I can offer no explanation
Tints to dissuade the wandering sight of passers by and eyeful, wily strangers
Fire to what I’m blazing like post-trial France’s teenage saviour
One eyeful deranges them, higher than the Eiffel
Three hits ensures family complications
My face hider is stifling but better than a lifetime self-celled
Drank the milkshake before your eyes, no handshakes and hidden siphons
Took a taste off the knife end, it’ll do nicely nice-size stipend
Guys who spend their lives in PJ stripes and prison whites deciding prices.
Alchemisland 
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