Alchemisland

Our great granddad’s flanks lascinated and lacerated by serrated grenade shells in fierce dawn raids

Rode fridgelike tanks across perilous muddy embankments which stank of bad meat

We stressed about transition year plays, played pranks, GDPR failure quiz and Bebo flashbox

Played games, chasing at the wrong age through Ballaly apartments, hairs on the chin playing like children

Chillin like a villain, hormonal pangs spell oblivion

Until pilling came and split our group, ground a tooth to sand or two

D2 plus two wearing brown dubes, sailor shoes, going through DDTC

House of Fraser musk, say random much?

We’re in Tesco buying 16 cent Kick cans fulla taurinechlorine, upset your midi-chlorians, to drink in a bush 

Someone’s pilfered gin from a parent’s cabinet, we’re all having it, there’ll be tears

All smoking green only some will proceed to gear, crust forming on pin-pierced ears.