Giant’s blood, wearing armlets as rings
Price up, nice run but sun down what was sun up once
Plug’s digs raided by pigs, was in floods, I’m like his son
Oh well that’s done; new boss new run
Come over, sip some rum
Before leaving, kneel in fealty
Cleaning money through a realtor
Real deal, no mask to peel back
Revealing theatre
Flaked out smoking weed on a beanbag
My yak has them in a trance
Controller, notes provoke snakedance.
Alchemisland 
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