Alchemisland

Comic collector, got a lot of issues

So grab your tissues

Prepare to sniffle up a pool

Pull up a stool, bill a zoot

None for me, I’m off the koof

Nothing to do with drug misuse

Had these woes since a kid, since primordial soup

Since I was the shine in my dad’s eye blue

Autistic, just a bit, on the spectrum

So I have to be selective who’s let in

Learnt my lessons, old evenings fretting

Prolonged loud noise makes me spit invective

But lately the way you’re moving is proving

That you’re good, so you can move in

She plays my heart strings, she’s got my plectrum

Another soul for her collection.