Alchemisland

Please don’t call my hareem’s denizens hoes

But tell me how many are coming over

And whether any fancy sucking toes

We’re sleeping top and tail babe to babe tonight

We’re railing pale lines of crushed diamonds, powered ice

Colombian marching powder divided into striations

Nice in the nose, burning sensation, but disgusting taste

Embrace the drip, acidic pipette to the tonsils, rubbing where it’s bald on a tonsure

Too fucked to enjoy the concert, all my demons in concert telling me I’m the worst

Can’t stillsit not even on the windowsil for a fechin portrait, first ever still life

With motion blur, travel lines, and go faster stripes on the tracksuit side

Don’t want to seem wimpy but I’m fidgeting in front of Da Vinci

And he’s only starting his picture, will I make it bookies taking fifty fifty

Holes of fifty women proffered for my licking, Japanese TV format fucking

Take the best one to the love bunker, she blows my brains out Lincoln

So much licking it was like a dog broke into the kitchen and ate the fixings

See opponents my flicknife leaves no witness, enough of them bring out the blicky

A single wrist flick leave your stripey h&m fit sticky, white shirt looking smashed berry

Smashed ferry how I’m taking on water, drinking pints to get sober before work

Walking up the road still slaughtered, satanic incantations in my voice recorder

Necronomiconormative my formative years spent living with the torturers

Used to have plans, wished to advance, now I’m a weed-drowned necromancer

Blasting romance spells at the wives of bastards, shoot first queries afterwards

Choking victim how I’ve got no gods and no masters

Cloak of wisdom how I’ve got brains and a fire mantel

Be everything you can be, learnt that in the military

Jokes, closest I got to the army was Once Were Soldiers

Which I owned on DVD when I was thirteen

If I’d joined up, they’d have called me killing machine

Silently creep, like tsushima silent tea with mute aunty, eating sashimi

Shy when they see me though they promised shots in my DMs

Cut your head off with a CD, Mad Max II boomerang kid greatest hit

Mel’s lawyer upon hearing the recorded phonecalls: don’t say shit

Bits of Bravehearte filmed at the castle at Trim

Lawn outside overlooking the Boyne river, smoked a fat blim

Field next door six donkeys in, on the Trim map as donkey family

Petting them made me happy, got three books in the charity

A new pair of curtains because ours can’t be cleaned

Dust in quantity from smoking what amount of weed

Way too much tree, gotta find something else

To cleave through my natural antipathy, bless me

With good sense, and from dire need easeful rest

Stoned shambling like a zombie, not the only evil resident in residence

Use a phoenix down to instakill the Zombie President, two less than final fantasy X

Down wind, glen of the downs, only verbs now sick of nouns

On the downs dressed as a clown, American Werewolf Sugarloaf crown

Door to door selling candy

Dividing counties, land league.