Fried off a frenzy of pulls clasp my elastic pulse
My Learish ears hearing only unfriendly jeers
My friends half-horse like Firenze
In the Benz, smoking full send
A friend’s friend had the brass balls to ask for ends
Plenty of lies between indulgent guys
Fry-frenzied gulls dive spitefully toward piping chips
They have become our new coastal raiders, forget viking ships
Somewhere out there adrift, my mighty hulls full of Friday’s Benzine
Men’s zines for the lulls between ordering and receiving.
Alchemisland 
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