The Juicer

All my jokes hitting, have everyone creasing

We’re getting along, abeyant to the message in Paul’s epistle to Ephesians

Put aside your personal feelings and dodgy dealings

Together we are legion

Could rip a man to pieces this evening

Where did you get this gear even?

Dealer called Steven, met him whilst steaming

All my savings invested, saline injections

Right to the chest to stymie my breath

Gives me swollen, leaky breasts

But impressive gains, immediate and effective

Goosed after the fight, busted up and bleeding

When the promoter tries to fleece me

Tired of dodgy dealings walk up, demand my fee

And contractual release

He smiles back at me

This flesh and spirit reaver

A bold-day thief indeed

To me, the latest meal

One punch his forbidden innards reveal

Looks like someone stuck him with a steel

Avoid me if I’ve just used my roids

All the weed abuse has me noided

Keep every scrap of protein in, weeks since I’ve voided

Saving loads on bogroll and toilet cleaner

My body is so efficient it is using every atom of every meal

Practicing my pronunciation, up and at them, atom

Attention to Atum and Aten, looking South like Atun-Shei

Hollered across the cratered channel called no man’s land

Gute nacht

Carol singing, ag sneachta.

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