Alchemisland

Body fresh as a Brennan’s loaf, not yet so yellow though.

Burnt off my prints ages ago,

Wore driving gloves for extra safety, blurry nights of excess and satiety.

I’ve killed them in droves, you know (which you don’t, because I’m a pro)

Shoved into holes 

Full fleshed some, others ash 

But mostly unindexed bones.

Only I know where they’re stowed;

Ask me nicely, I’ll let you know.