Alchemisland

Ended up on the wrong side of the river, like Benny from the Mummy

Scot free like all the cops near me had signed a waiver upon entry

They struggled

First to get a picture of this mug

Employed black magic on these muggles

Half the battle strength of passion

Rest’s how willing you are to bash them

What proves yieldless before charm and zeal, let venal force free

Everything came up clean

Like a baptised penitent arising from the Lee

So I went free

Despite he fact I’m guiltier than Oswald Harvey Lee

Now we’re back in the house of the century

Clinking, cheersing tumblers of iced Henny

Wonder place like what the Mouse makes essentially

Sinking venerable vintage from the bottle

Driving vintages full throttle, no crumple zones and wheelman’s blotto

You’d think we won the lotto

Not that one arranged by Caesar’s deranged followers

Not that one no, nor Stephen King’s horror.