This place… don’t overchase status
Windbag inflated with flatus, you can end up drowned
Or bled out
Left your flat red-handed, you gasping in your dressing gown
Mates rates, next it’s expectations
Bowl holding beggar what do you expect, secret cheddar?
Nothing changes
Making them your brethren, those apes in Adidas stripes
Barely upright pantroglodytes
No wonder you’re still traipsing around those early stages
Protean vapour inhalants and primordial soup tastings
Sleep where you made your bed
Home’s where you lay your head.
Alchemisland 
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