End of the affair
You could bag an eighth dredging the ends of my hair
Can’t shake my chase, ends of the earth
Never stops, no stasis
Desire at heart never changes
Filling up pages, wishing for better realities
Living it up in medically induced fantasies
Juiced up in a Phantom
Saw a phantom hand on my landing
When I come in it’s like a craft landing
At some secret hangar, something off planet
Something off about it then we’ve had it
I’m up out it and glad about it
Glad handed I’m in glad rags
Wearing your Sunday best come Saturday
Dressed that way the rest the day
I’ve broken off and worn a sun ray
Skin fade fresh today, barber from Naples
Named Ray, knows just what to do
With this odd melon of mine
Hats just won’t do.
Alchemisland 
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