Alchemisland

In retrospect, nothing is truer with respect to life

Than the phrase “Enough’s enough” when someone means it

I suppose I should have taken her meaning

From the way she said Mike

From the way the nine inch knife

She was barely hiding by her backside

Was gleaming in the candlelight that night

Black eye, last night I was painfully inducted into a secret society

Sharp ends to piety in production, got tongue and nose in rose variety

She fell in love with a sense of society, pride became her lifeline

Whereas the end of sobriety had me enamoured, ceaselessly hammered

Like Cannibal Corpse kill candidates

I loved the silk pyjamas, human milk lattes, and PCP candles

But best of all I liked dispensing with niceties after a nice guy lifetime.