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,…