Sculpted like from alabaster
Great, just like Alexander
I go through it faster than the charge of the station master
When Japanese bullet trains pass through
More rapid than Glasgow’s fastest stallion goes
Blood’s doped with EPO
Head fucking huge from human growth
Hormone; that horse is yolked
Asked what’s the secret
Winked, “Homegrown”
Others moan as my souped up horse takes another gold home
They’re all souptaking prods, or of that mould
I’ve been planning this since ten years old
My father had the idea planted, and I was sold
IRA would love to get a hold
Take my horse like it was a Russburrough painting stolen
I’m holding his reins, in the rain he looks ghostly
His gains are natural, mostly
His hind famously sculpted, but not ungainly
His tail’s tapered, his rind brown and amazing
Every race he traipses is plain sailing.
Alchemisland 
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