As far as good things for Ireland
Having the electric
Second to black death
Where we live in our land
Far from midtown, this mad town.
He came as the Conciliator
He came as the Lamb
He will come as the Instater
He will come as Calm
Wondering what’s good for Goose
I ain’t see Top Gun, that’s truth
I ain’t take top bunk that’s you
From across the bar
At whatever is in your hand I take a long gander
My eyes jelly barcode scanners
Even our best fumble bags
For satisfaction Norway might set standards, didn’t stop Anders bloodying the island.
Range small and targets smaller it was like he couldn’t miss
Bullets spill out the barrel like rainwater’s revenge, cathiss
Of passing missile makes brave men piss their pants
Their beads in head, their words enhance Mary’s allure
They promise they will give their thanks by their future acts
Save me now and I will live simply; only prayer, milk and honey
No compulsion to rank in beauty the girls around me and faculty
It’s face library, facebook to meat factory, the memes dissatisfy
The posts radicalise, the demise of Mandela widely misreported.
I’ve seen the Colossus shaking like Michael J’s muscles
Within half a decade all land to the sea is entrusted
Our metals will rust to russet, our wills will shape to move water like a bucket
I’ve never followed pussy around, quickly gained ground anytime my cat escaped
When this shit falls, it falls on the face
I’ve seen boats capsize with more grace.
Alchemisland 
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