Unidle mind, limb piles glimpsed Styx-side, its tides fire and bile
Bloatslow flies like holes poked in life loom around my stylus
Because everything I write is shite, can’t hide it
Brown-eyed, one black eye Pilate
Weighed down with hacksilver these loosefitting Gucci strides
Long wings either side, goosehisses
If you approach hoping to misappropriate my dope or dough.
Alchemisland 
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