Dan De Lion

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🎤 THE STRYCHNINE SATIRICAL SONG A Hull‑Prophet Detox Hymn by Dan De Lion

🍄 Shrooms

Shrooms Shrooms — Doors of Perception? A&E Departmental Reception. Trip‑talk whispers of cosmic connection, Babylon colours in wild projection. But visions fade fast in the wrong direction — next stop bright lights and a nurse’s inspection. The only door opening? A&E Reception.

🌬️ DMT

DMT DMT — Hip Trip. Take a shit! Cosmic fireworks promise synthetic mystic, Babylon serpents dressed up as dope shit. One deep drag and your mind might just quit — truth is simple, no need to commit: stay grounded, stay human. Tea and biscuits

🌈 LSD LSD LSD — Hallucinations! Rainbow roads and illusions no frustrations, Babylon visions that charge a fee. Insight? Chaos? Paranoid? I’ll skip the bad trip and let it be — truth tastes better in a Cup o’ Tea.

🐴 Ketamine

Ketamine Ketamine? No hope false dream. Float for a moment in a cold‑blue ice cream, Babylon whispers of a painless bliss. But the fall hits hard when you can’t control your piss the after‑hollow steals your esteem. No hope, no healing — just a false pipe dream.

💗 Mandy (MDMA)

Mandy Mandy? Rather have a shandy? Get loved up-makes you feel randy hugs that turn off all your inhibitions. Sweet for a second, then the comedown brings contrition serotonin tax you do not want to pay. Keep your love simple in nature driven way.

❄️ Cocaine

Cocaine Cocaine? Runs through the Membrane. Babylon Buzz can drive ya man Insane. Paranoia Depression could be the refrain. A Wallet that is empty, a soul lost in a land drain truth tastes cleaner when you choose to refrain Try Try sipping’ lemon barley drops and your back in the game.

💥 Poppers

Poppers Poppers? Sucking sour gob stoppers. One sharp sniff and your head-top, totters Babylon rush that snaps up Euphoria. But the buzz is brief and the crash is Gorier better to chew on harmless tit bits Skip the bottle lest you get the proper Popper shits.

🩸 Heroin

Heroine Heroine? Ends up in chagrin. Warmth that whispers like a serpent’s sly grin, Babylon comfort with a deadly tailspin. One soft nod and the shadows fly in hope grows cold as the days they wear thin. No glory, no glyph — just chagrin.

🌿 Khat

Khat Khat — Blissed Out? Blissed Out? Chew all night till your jaw gives out, Babylon leaf with a hollow power. Buzz feels bright till the Golden Shower When you piss your pants at the midnight hour Blissed out? Nah — pissed out, pissed out.

🔥 Spice

Spice Spice Nice? It’s your life you sacrifice. Cheap‑talk smoke with a wicked price, Babylon packet that lies as “nice.” One wrong hit and you roll the dice — body goes limp, mind turns ice. Nothing nice — just life you sacrifice.

💊 2C‑B

2C‑B, 2C‑B — Stimulant? Losing your mind ain’t brilliant! Neon colours dance all free, Babylon glow-stick fantasy. But the mind’s no toy for a reckless spree — one twist too far and you’ll lose the key. Fun’s not fun when you’re not really “me.”

Laughter the Rafters what Were Afta!

Porcelain Press. Publisher

Dan de Lion. Author

Toilet. Truth. Text. Title

The Aldi Car Park Blues


Verse 1

Got a trolley full of holy ones, wheels wobbling down the road, Got a trolley full of holy ones, wheels wobbling down the road, I am in this Aldi car park, carrying my load.

Verse 2

Buddha by the biscuits, Jesus drooling by the wine, Buddha by the biscuits, Jesus drooling by the wine, Confucius by the toilet rolls saying, “Son, you’ll be just fine.”

Verse 3

Shamans in the child seat, rattles shaking in the breeze, Shamans in the child seat, rattles shaking in the breeze, Dreamtime is in the pharmacy saying, “Ibuprofen please.”

Verse 4

Zoroaster’s shivering between the frozen peas, Zoroaster’s shivering between the frozen peas, Shinto hanging onto the handle, saying, “Keep your mind at ease.”

Verse 5

Baha’i at the butchers, saying peace to everyone, Baha’i at the butchers, saying peace to everyone, Animism in the monkey house sayin’, “Life lives on and on.”

Verse 6

Trolley wheel’s a‑wobbling, my feet stay on the ground, Trolley wheel’s a‑wobbling, my feet stay on the ground, Earth stays on its orbit, spinning round and round.

Refrain

I shall not, I shall not be moved, I shall not, I shall not be moved, Like a trolley in Aldi’s trolley rack, I shall not be moved.

P.S. Daft is the Raft that will save us!

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