Tight knit, knitting needle pierced your eye
Carved you up, like three were having pie
Bisected you while you were still alive.
Scarlet gloves rummaged inside.
Playing gin rummy to quiet my running mind, considering suicide
They want to catch me, and they really try;
Knowledgeable salmon, to their flies I’m wise,
Coyote I’ve got all the wiles,
Dab hand been at this a while.
Alchemisland 
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