Alchemisland

If it stinks, you can put on a lid 

You can put lipstick on a pig 

But I can’t forgive what you did 

You deserved every dig 

I didn’t even have to dig deep to win

And I was winning big 

You were a healthy snack, a roll with fig

A jog, a jig to keep me fit 

From slip jigs, supping jugs 

And smoking drugs to slipping jabs

And sleeping thugs.