Alchemisland

In a dirty spot full of spotty fluid swappers, a whoredom

Lewd cathouse slappers with bare bottoms

And coughlike laughs enjoy some boredom while they’ve got it

Cavorting, erection-sporting Lord Wharton

OG Hellfire Club’s warden and first foreman

Black masses, flaming cats their performance

Ire’s target, from moral reformers

Eventually raiders came knocking on such doors

But, before then, maidens gladly shook off their drawers

Fell to the floor, reposed on all fours

Doing for coin what had them coined whores.