Spray you with a killer Cillit Bang outside Apriles chip shop
Off my hip, laser sight paint bindi on your brow
Hindi before you drown in blood
Should not have said that, wouldda shouldda could
Plugged you for good
Barrel sparking like too many plugs
Everyone yapping, Primus too many pups
Second shooter in the back, pumping out slugs
Bring a pen to a gun fight, you get backslumped
Hipheight bollard propped you up
You dropped your chip box, delighting Gulls
Not the Gull pulling guts in Whitechapel, Medical Davey Ripper
Alan Less’ Hailed out of Hades.
Barry Scott manning the whip, black ‘Cedes
Smoking lead punctures where a breastplates worn
You were gonna kill me, you would have sworn
Way your wounded, ward couldn’t help
Walking around a warzone, better ‘spect shells
Shelf disrespect, I expect the best no less
Judge presiding, always death sentence.
What begets a hasty word
My keen sword with o’erfast gizzards gladly discourses
Blood courses from the raw cut
Conversant in grizzliness, your conversant organs disgorged
Dig you a shallow grave beneath a sward
Toss you in to fatten worms, sleep no more
On a lonely slope beneath miles of gorse
Thrice fifty still from a water source
I interned you boxless, intact organs
Then drove back to Stillorgan.
Alchemisland 
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