Alchemisland

Need solitude else my rocket chew you out, little mix like Sonichu

I’m often solemn if I’m drinking with no solids chewed

Solicit nudes from a 22

Year old student who likes my tool

Not the 22 I have in use, jewels and that

New perfume I bought her that’s filling up the room

I’ll leave if you’re not playing solid tunes

Rudely warn the waiting queue:

DJ in there hasn’t a fucking clue

Looking for clues like I’m living with Blue

Looking confused on gas, fumes and glues

Making roach from a box of Johnny Blue

Grenfell the end of the blunt, stick ‘em with the pointy end

Haunted search for sleep; elves pointy-eared from a newly-anointed hell

Rose then fell, rows and rows of lovers of dope wanting what I sell openly

My heart’s not nice, saw it exposed and there was blight growing

I’m overblithe, it’s an icy well

You wouldn’t leave with its door open wide.