AIB giving fat percentages to me
High interest of high interest to me
Someone leaning on your phone keys
Only time you see more than three zeroes
No heroes, no haloes, no flags, no bearers
No real mates, no limpets, no vampires, only blood sharers
With close ones I’m bread sharing
With strangers my coldness becomes readily apparent
You can tell I’m not a parent
Stomp your face like it’s an insect there
And my wife’s screaming the gaff down until it’s theren’t.
Alchemisland 
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