Stopped the coffee to stop the cough
Body healing after so many years brought to heel
By smoke after smoke, and huffing weed
Bow to none I never kneel
Even in the room below the steeple
Nuns creepy and priests creeping
Into the primary school peeping
Parent teacher evening
Better hide the pedos
Can my son repeat the leaving?
Got one point, boys, some scenes
I was born on Bash Street, bringing that Beano heat
Flicking her bean and beating my meat on a Fiat backseat
Leather squeaking, fake taxi
Very aware, surroundings and spatial
Her flesh bared, ready for a facial
I’ve got a hard column, forget Trajan
On the dark web, where I’m trading.
Alchemisland 
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