Alchemisland

John Milius

Far from an idiot

Born a barbarian, see a village then pillage it

Something of the old world about me, the classical

I keep the pillars lit, dancing flames flit and flicker like evening linnets

Counting down minutes until I can go outside

Drowning my fries in apple cider vinegar

Double portion, two burgers, gone in a minute

I’ve got 1,000 scripts, not one a miss

But I’m off their lists because I’m conservative

One perfect for me crops up but someone else’s name’s on their list

I’m the type who doesn’t leave his house without big iron strapped to hip

I keep Crom’s name in my word pit; kneel, wink, direct hit.

Red blooded, strong ideas about who should run the country

Hemingway type, say nothing or say it outright; Mr Gutsy

Don’t be pushy or gushy

Only came here as a kindness and courtesy

Because I love you or something

That sentiment I can only mutter

Only two things make my heart flutter:

This proud rag, the flag, and my mother.

I’ve got huge gonads and I wrote the script for Conan

Writing muscular, adrenalized tracts that make softies go mad

Find it hard to relax. Click clack click clack sounds from my pad

You know it comes equipped with a bunker – in case shit goes mad.