Alchemisland

Seeing men about their dogs

Doge, doyen, demigod

Panting, like I just did a jog

Phantom, which one of them haunts me

Night gaunts assault me

Your goons get told saunter

I appeal to base needs

My level is very street

When I walk in, their throats gain frogs

When I stalk nights, the moor wears fog

I’m 666, I’m Gog and Magog

I’m full of politrix, a demagogue.