My brother enjoying the Final Shape
Propensity for playing Destiny
Dual pistols duelling missiles old west
All week he’s been obsessed
Kill streak has Shaxx impressed
I’m stressed with work, back smoking cigarettes
I’m writing more poems than ever to less interest
This home isn’t our nest but no sign of the next
A text about a steep rent increase disrupts our sleep
We beseech the Increate for a profitable creative outlet, some way out this mess
The rent comes again, it only just left
Hard graft for slight gain, nine quid left and need to spend eight on the vet
This spitstick thindick spliff so strong it’s burning wrong, hit like a bong
Strike your mind’s bonnet and set off the car alarm, scars down my arm back to self harm
From the TV set visions of violent retaliatory strikes, civil strifes and union strikes, uncivil rights
Need a moloko vellocet to sand the edge, acéphale how I take my head off,
Rites commence as Lady Sun descends
Commensurate with death a single breath of the smoke from yon ignited pyre
Sun squire to a gyring sky, a bullring.
Alchemisland 
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