Alchemisland

The bald big lipped toll taker with a head like an Olmec demands our souls

Behind him a shelf of enormous bones for when Cerberus is left alone

I try to sweeten him up, straighten my tie and lean in; we’re friends of Orpheus, you know

My tongue dulcifies my language, which usually sufficed

His gaze was a vice, his face was of ice

Unmoving, he felt no need for niceties

No pressure to concede, no matter how nice we may be

Needs must, I blushed and fanned the cash like I had a flush

This crushed his walls, there we go like Jericho, saw the flash

In his eyes, type who likes to splash the cash, look flash and bring a bird or two back

To private booth for a back, sack and crack slap, bass loud enough to spin your earwax

Sounds like the same track played back to back to back to back

I’m in the line getting singled out, lying quicker than Lee Mack

How I mistruth it is artistry, my arm artillery slits arteries art attack

I’m not art but they’ll never find the diamonds on the soles of my shoes

When he’s finished the search, he looks confused

Give him a knowing look, blow him a kiss and blows a fuse

His gasket cracked, he can’t hold back

He whacks down a long black baton, grips it like a tonfa and walks forward like he’s Tong Po

Simpsons whacking day but I’m not a snake I don’t back down, not one more step bro

Don’t even care if you’re the po po, cross the Rubicon and it’s smoke show

I know whose name Cicero will consign to history, and whose to the crows

My hands on my head I have battened down the hatches, tornado warning

Was that God we saw kicking ass, laymen will ask us

Hard as batch bread my baled fists lay men in caskets

Looking fresh in my battenberg pattern polo, Mr Kipling

Bust him so bad he can’t have a lip ring, doing him like a boxing ring

Before long he’s kipping

Someone leave him kippers for breakfast

When I flick my shurikens my wrist makes like I’m stone skimming

I’m stoned skinning up in the bunker, fearing hurricanes is coming

He blinks slowly like he’s legless

I’m Alesteir Crowley mixed with Legolas

Cocaine for breakfast, Rivendell irregulars

I live in a council house near to the council of Elrond

I send his spirit starwise, star wars of L Ron