Out in the lane pissing
Some pox bottle diss me
Out my glaive, send him grave
Or blacken eye with my shilleagh
Sin é.
Sin, eh? Tell me where and when
Drop a cenobite’s head in my whatsapp
Tell me you’re not scared, that’s a fat cap
In your flatcap, with your whiskey flask
In your tweed jack, with your hard flex
Whose a hard man, fucking iron man
Whose a hard man, fucking I am man
Some fat forgotten Peaky Blinder
Wide from pies
Jabba reminder.
Like a resistor or a praiser raising fist
Overhand end a fight in the first
Jab if I’ve bet later
Nine lives each, three total cats
Did foundation but that’s fast maths
Considering I am permanently mashed
Vanquished on the verdant gas
I’m a thing devoid of feeling
A void sits my heart
A confrontation you must avoid
Don’t see me in the dark
Skirt round the park at night
Sprint breathless, backchecking
Through dark dividing lakes of lamplight
Alchemisland 
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