Making more lines disappear than a barcode battler
Lions peer out from my porch, fierce as their master
Mad as a hatter from nox
Gas canisters, like Tommies held fast at Aras
Three candle holder, hands all 3s but I’m no folder
Yeti only much colder about my fetti
Keep a folder: names, dates, places
In case I’m ever yapping on cases
You have to have plans
Contingencies in place
Safe spaces
Got a go bag and an action plan
Keep in shape, put myself through paces
Only eat five out of seven days
So they can’t break me if I’m caged, Abu Ghraib
Éire Abú, smoking high grade grape
Under the table placated by grapevines
Chalice full, lull then a Janice laugh
Underside got a Janus, other half, never jams
Slugs are massive like boiled hams.
Alchemisland 
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