Alchemisland

Spring into action when it’s drastic

Swagged out but every waist’s elastic because I’m doing regular races

Paying with black or platinum plastic, six zips on my Killstar jacket

Near sick worshipping the sink, at the brink triple six 

Held up a Brinks, it’s not what you think

Way, way past the brink so fill my drink to the brim

I need to dim thinking, curse of surfeit of vim

You get what you bring, serve then hit back thing

Stinks even clinged up, links you couldn’t think up.