Alchemisland

All my brothers matching jumpers like the Clancys

Clinking crystal, cheap cans but the glass is fancy

Don’t put hands on me, you pansy

Moldovan security, tend to be handsy

Expel you gladly from the manor

In my works you’re the spanner

At my worst I’m the man

At my best I’m Nirvana

Your very best I find testing

You’re just less than and that’s necessary

Life’s a ladder and every climber’s a threat to the next

You hang by a thread

Don’t mind being a dead weight just not dead

Happily hang onto the lad above’s legs.