Alchemisland

My deserved thirst unsated by this Satan-given marsh salt milkshake.

Shameless vermillion shade to my new robes – cash paid.

Cateye coloured light cascades, scattering the catamites.

The stretched hamstring of me, known well by the cat-o-nines,

The loveless life of a two-boss spy,

Well misspent prime sucking exhaust pipes.

They pity me the passers by

Whispering, lad to friend, or man to wife,

“A ravaged mind, that sad sight Catiline.”