Only show respect to Aztec Gods
Flensed men, malevolent bats and giant frogs
You are low spec, floppy-ready
Still making shop trips to buy credit
Couldn’t install Age of Empires or browse the net
Closing the net, feeling spenny might drop a rack or ten, whole fortunes
In the back, more racks than a dungeon for medieval torture
Just rolled a four, scorched it
Now I’m crawling forth along the floor
What the serpent’s made to endure
I’m a doer, very dour when not smoking sour, sure
But I’ve got Dürer power
Dura power the bunny’s never tired keeps running for hours
I rack, God sighing
Iraq and Nimrod’s back just as defiant as last
Time
No such thing as the last line.
Alchemisland 
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