Alchemisland

Make a good impression

Been told they admire me

Then deep, miring depression

That’s my pattern because I’m ruled by Saturn

A long shadow, all us children of the atom

Dream visions of an unsettling black stone castle

Wake screaming, coated in sweat

Room black as a balrog’s asshole

Messed it all up, made a right fuckin’ casserole

Wifed up an unreliable slattern

But I guess that’s her role

Temper like a yoyo

One minute it’s all go, next it’s oh no

Asking am I OK

Bro, no; you should know.