Never forgave them for changing Lucozade
Took too much of the sugar away
Got cheap and the product suffered
Ain’t that the way, probably costs more and they’ll tell us stuff it
Suckers they say but I talk with my paper
No succour, nossir I won’t suffer
Chaos mage trying this new spell I made
If it succeeds I’m gonna see accolades
To order like a deli made
In the business of mayhem making
Grabbed the hem of the May Queen’s frock and lifted, kissed it
First time doing a volcano of Gelonade
Jugging depositors, juggling drugs testing positive, marrying opposites
Marian apparitions right there, like the Borealis in Skinners’ kitchen
My shit’s finger licking, clinged up into bricks in Billericay
Bumping Deathtoricky
Hoping someone’ll bump into me so I can dump the blicky
Get numb like my own head is self hunted just so I can hit publish, slump
In every sense one can slump
It can only go down so much before it comes up
Down in the dumps
I learnt to survive on just the sludge
My rusted cup I’m throwing up
Gotta purge before I go on up
And take the throne by way of murder, the corpse dethroned
Thrown off a cliff, location unknown
I had everyone involved killed, sunk with stones.
Alchemisland 
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