Alchemisland

Might be skinny, billygoat, but I’m gruff; skin you in a minute

Roast you skillet with skilled ink pillaging, skillage in the village

Man-eating killer, fanless crowdfiller 

King rí of the feared filí

Half of yours filler, sign the bill Winner

Cut you in half, chicken fillet

This tune goes hard, I can feel it

Sitting down with our mutual friend, doing dealings, Charles Dickens

My book thick paged, yours quadruple spaced, font 30, with pictures

Call them addictions, they surrealise my diction

Feeling more like fittings fixtures

Blood dripping like a boxer’s sweat where I licked you

Across the border hitching before you get the picture, princely trickster

Apollo Loki mixture, administer my mischief mendings

Medicine and misdemeanour, couldn’t be keener

Couldn’t be this besotted with love ordered by Athena

By day and by dream I’m seeing ya, Valkyrie like Xena

Wake up having dreamed ya, find jocks creamed needing kleenex

Aroused soon as I’m roused, abactor how I’m taking cows

Ploughman how I’m ploughing, one shop whole allowance.