Alchemisland

Electric whip that one’s charging

Next level drip I’m overcharging

Chagrin me and I’ll start charging

Do not rely on my largesse to fill your charges

Flintlocks discharging from Brittas to Marley

Treated to the delightful sight of a retreating British Army

I’ve got an army of darkness on the march

On the city doors barging

I’m next for being in charge

Rope snapped, neck too large

Big shadow like that of Marge

Scope trained, targeting my modest targe

I’m getting my hole, that’s not Taj

Room’s spinning, that’s like Taz

White collar villain, dodging tax

White wax pooling, wilting wax

Followed the wisps to the marshes

Whispers on lips, orders heartless.