Alchemisland

Noise is startling

Tell a leng tart don’t worry darling

Engine garbled

Auto theft, no carpool

Stolen like the Elgin Marbles

She’s got a mouth could fit eleven marbles

At which I marvel

Million quid contract, Matt Cardle

Went from a start up

To established market

Engine spark it

Driving the borderlands, killing Varkids

Big sniper always hit the target, Manny Vargas

Big stripes around the side like a Zebra’s hide

Recently separated so I’m cruising

Moving through the mist like an apparition 

Walk into your room like I’ve got permission

Bee line for felines with my lines, man on a mission

Icy eyes up top, smile below, lines in the middle like division

Guys I see can’t talk to me, split personality it’s brain fission

Getting brain from a sort from Bray, sign reads gone fishing

Infiltrating her compound like a ninja, gets nine fistings

Cumpound, I go off like unstable gunpowder

I’m in the yard the prowler, her mouth sound couldn’t be louder

As I devour her unshaved growler, my clit power wows her

Kickback and big power, showing off my click bauw

Then flicking her bean for an hour, sticking together sticks of green flower

Scoring more often than Robbie Fowler

Red jersey, red card as a courtesy for all my fouling

Zit popping pills blue as the actor who played Bill in Kill Bill

Buyer’s market, laid down a marker like Peep Show Mark said

Saw her in passing while I was parking, now she’s passed out at my party

Formerly dressed all in sparkly Carti, now she’s starkers 

Asking about masks and illuminati

Big mouth, end up in the Amontillado meaning

Gasp, given my task; compose the next red death masque

Red Dead but no redemption, lead for your head, one left you need dentures

Soundtrack something sensuous, backing track for sexual adventures

Chasing me like they’re needing vengeance, ping bing leng tings in mentions

Asking about cock length and grip strength, sending me pictures of their unmentionables

Harder than the stone they used to make henges

No route, no map, bird on my lap, whispering the uncensored

She wants to eat my ass and drink my sap, bowling ball baps

Four eyes, my pineal and my Jap’s

Nutted she kept sucking I was fit to collapse

From all day slugging suds

If I know I’ll only see you once I’ll mug you for drugs

Aura, drinks getting poured out often to stop boredom

One called Laura, looks right off Coleridge’s Mount Abora

Wants to get abhorrent, show me what her jaw can do

Mouth could fit two, glitzy but gaudy jewels and outfit tawdry

Sordidly demand her out of that kit

No need for plan B, finished on those tits.