Practically thriving, cracked up while driving
Windows cracked, weedwhacker gas spiralling skyward
All my skivers and spiders know the shop’s open tonight
Selling paintings, dainty playthings, Satan-aided
Practically giving them away so buy today, closing down sale
They’re mediocre but that’s the charm in a way
Naïve style, unpracticed arm
Outsider art I remind them, lying
Shark smile, lying hand on Bible
That kinda guile, don’t get involved
I’ll mishandle your love
To me this life is but a trifle, something to be rushed
I intend to fudge it
I’m not sticking to a budget, if anyone tries castigating me
It’s punch mayhem, I’ll castrate them.
Alchemisland 
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