Keep catching my eye and it’s making me shy
Shine a light on what’s on my mind tonight
There’s nobody at my poetry recital
Dad’s busy at a stocktake, Mam’s got an outpatient’s
Procedure at five this evening, I’m strong as the tidal I swear on the Bible
I speak like I address a Queen
Even though it’s one guy and he’s tweeting what I twat I am
Get in here fast, a guy is having a breakdown on stage
Throw a stealth bomb, vanish in stage sage smoke
Eight Mile short chocolate balls and hall full of clapping patrons
Asking Umberto Eco the meaning of a dove
Reject Proper Twelve you rouse the thug
Take a man out of Crumlin, crumbling
Have Paddy try out London Dungeon
Dig a railroad while he’s there
Haven’t had a haircut, more mansome handsome for it, tank Samson
I’m collecting Al Bhed primers to read the Ansem reports I found
I’m in my inventory combining green and red healing plants.
All you, ants them
All you and them
All you mandem.
Downfall planned it, pandemic managed, prison planet archon damaged
Air con damaged, ham and milky gone manky
Hate when Ireland feels Spanish
Vanquished with the duvet kicked off
Kcking off outside, sound of horses rare auld time
What other capital city needs a sign at the motorway
Specifying past this point no equines
Climes I’m from; British column sorted quick with dynamite
Fuck with me and you might die tonight
Seek a dark crystal and you might find it
Petty beggar, die, think; never get that tenner leant her in ohseven
More copies of me than Ocean’s Eleven DVDs in the local flea
Immodestly much mimicry
Absolved of sins by purging stones
I’ve been invited to an oriental odalisques home
Beads in the dormer, shoes off please above the doorway
Bit like Natalie Dormer.
Alchemisland 
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