Alchemisland

Throwing flame

Despite the fact my throat’s inflamed

Fire blazed, ash tray blamed

Wasn’t extinguished all the way

All those things I wished away

Smoking swisher sticks used swish away

All the problems mounded on my plate

Now I’ve got no space, no place to stay

No station, no playstation, no queen bed frame

No queen to bed, no bean to name

No pot for piss, no oven trays

Fire inside, am I dying?

No fucking way, this lion

Keeps going despite.