Alchemisland

Getting maw from a broad Getting my face plastered on broadsheets I’m selling acid sheets on O’Connell Street She’s treating me, beating me off on the street Athena adrenalizing my meat No penalising this surprising penis size, drill her on the side table Grilling sausages later, ate her then ate every plate in the refrigerator…

Breakings things I can’t replace Glue and tape, an urn remade From Asia, late Bronze Age Spent ages on a shelf in a grand estate Upon a childless prelate’s death donated To a museum, protection of the State.

Grid blinking like a dying vape Finally going straight, going clear Going straight to the Iranian Strait of Hormuz Removal of remains, body in a state Casket lid closed, buried by the State We show them bodies full of holes, they cry fake Blood trickles down my ritual robes I hit you over and over…

Pampas grasses in the front and back Grass patches mark a swinger’s gaff Buy a share, you can share that ass  Mobile gaming, how clans are about to clash.