Alchemisland

My instincts like Nicola Six A well-aimed sick into the sink My swan neck in a mink My soul the Styx, in a minute  When it comes times to go, I’m sinking Going under, beyond the brink I don’t mean those vans bringing cash bags back from the bank One who likes spanking in Tallaght…

I go from Lou Bega listing lewd conquests I buggered To quadrident-fisted Vega, masked with hair like Raiden Fighting, lighting up foes with lightning fast blows Hit one, his nose explodes Wore a mask in his casket, closed His funerary mask looked like create ugly was the task And I’m the only one who understood…

Don’t sleep in a disused fridge Handy in a pinch Protection from rain and wind But in a second it can switch If that same winds lift the door and it falls into a closed position Well, then you have yourself an issue You’ll rot there Uncaring passers will breathe through tissues, exclaiming “piu!”

Last week came a rapping on our door I was playing games, deathmatches in random stages Moving rapidly, flew couch to landing to standing before him I answered, postman in his cap standing Glancing up, one hand rummaging in his bulging satchel Directly handed me the package, to the manor’s master I was so excited,…

I’ve been smoking hay since Sega Weighty cartridges in intake trays Your dad smoked loads in those days He’d be smoking this third of the day Staring happily as you descended the stairs Seeing an amazing present pile waiting, smell of meat glazing Bacon wrapped around turkey taking on Turkish holiday colour But not the…