Hands on green, like a thatcher
Door kicked through clean, no relatching
Las Malvinas takeover attempt by troops from Argentina, until Thatcher
Entered the arena, determined to recapture
Wreaking havoc, Sagat how either knee can have it
Concrete sneaks, you can freeze sleep with haddock
Fine line between habit and addict, feel asleep
Five lines between anxious and at it, the feeling creeps
She’s raging I’m always tanked on tranqs, truthtell can’t be mad at
Threats they’ll get me that fail to unsettle, Anwar Sadat
Everything in her hands, and what’s she mad at?
Alchemisland 
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