Alchemisland

With whisking and whiskey  My wrist worn, ligaments torn  What the skin failed to show the soul recorded Yesterday, started reading Mistborn  Seems alright, no elves or dwarves Pity though, Sanderson’s Mormon  Otherwise all is normal  Sober now, through the portal  To a world warped and vorpal  Through a glass darkly swimming Trunks and snorkel …

While you were napping  Look at me Became captain  What you said happened we hight as capping Do you want to take this outside? Like I’m inviting you camping By streetlamp light giving you a lamping Put my dukes up, brawl with you  Some straights, reach with a few  Jukebox you’re a tune up  Duke on…

If it stinks, you can put on a lid  You can put lipstick on a pig  But I can’t forgive what you did  You deserved every dig  I didn’t even have to dig deep to win And I was winning big  You were a healthy snack, a roll with fig A jog, a jig to…

My latest client  Oh, that’s much nicer  Said Dionysus Muzzleflashes, sniper smiles Guileful, triumphant With a range of miles.

Dirty as a windshield no wipers After all those flies committed suicide and stopped flying You’re dealing with a viper type from Knocklyon Red warning stripes, silver-magnet pied Paid the piper and got no pickled peppers back for your fiver Lad, lucky you left alive; walk away, take the M5 Bite down on it, ignore…