Don’t worry, that’s just Mr Crowley practising invisibility

Talked big but sandbagging now you might get downdragged

Loud bags, proud dad sending packs off

Crackpowder on the scales in the house, don’t rip the tags off

Not tipping in my favour then the racks off

Tell you it’s all gravy then switch, smash you with a broken Tyski

Have waxed birds in bikinis waxing up a Turkish Lamborghini

Whacked off for those words, should have kept it betweeny

Best current, said it on my chest to stir it

But you could clearly observe it

Went from working with flea bitten curs

On third world curbs to curbing enthusiasms

Shy and nerdy but wanted to firm it

So I went further, on my third burner

This week, high turnover my earnings

Hiking like early Crowley, Turner

Timmy how I’ve wishes coming back to me

Tackle on me get red from a referee

Unmanned goal during my free

Luck on my side it’s finally my season

The loch is solid from ice

I can cross over to the other side

Turn around and wave

Kiss Chapel Perilous goodbye, glad I came

But gladder I left, stick my bat-span gladius

Into his bladder during a spat

Stood pat he didn’t stand down even after a battering

Spat on him left bloodspattered

Combat fatigues every shade of green

Gawain’s Christmas misdeeds, Lud’s church pattern

Got the deeds, cowards feel palms not trees

General Patton so all be standing if you please

Hearing pleas then snapping back

Doing another key to drag myself back from the aether

I’m the only man in a sixteen seater

Not one of them looks unlike Athena

You’re dreaming, wishing for new front teeth

Listening to Seether whilst pulling a greener

I’m laughing all the way back from the cleaners

Snap back, snapping like the turtles of unmapped tracts

So whacked I’m outta whack.

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