Alchemisland

I’m the font of ideas you needers feed at I make you bleed, feed bats  Out causing grief with steel bats  If I shave I look like my voice is yet to break Still taking little break, club milk and eight grapes.

Three quarters RFK’s brain  Eaten by tapeworm  Surveillance, orderlies watching  To make sure he doesn’t get hurt  Any more than he deserves  Just desserts, his family are conjurors.

I’m the end of the Neverending Story Distressed in lobby and halls asking “Mommy, What did it mean when it said all is nothing?” Kids choking crying, what happened Falkor was too gory Critics deplore me, they try prohibit screenings Ban me from meetings, prevent my dreams and meaning from being seen I’m seeking avenues…

Written in Golgothan climes Written as if in red wine Lines spidery, bordered by cryptic signs Gospel different from the one you and I Know, full of revolting gore Someone has invited a vile wraith from the sunken barrows Only marrow-holding mouldy bones uphold its formerly martial frame Partial man animated by unholy black flame,…

I put up pictures, me with dukes up saying put up or shut up Jeweller never busier than after I’ve brandished my shooter Hooters girls afford solid state computers after two minutes in my booth Wearing a brand-new Copeland suit, flattening it out Fat line of coke up the snout Empty shelves and presses gonna…