Alchemisland

Fifth night of fist fights

Fifth pint of mother’s ruin

Ruined someone’s night but it wasn’t mine

I’m buzzing like a Nokia 3210i, Snake score high

Amongst your group of guys, lack of spines like

A slack pile of supines, souplike, stupid, like

You better saunter before I plant you, then water ya

Whole lot of ye pigs in my abattoir, awaiting slaughter

No son a son no daughter a daughter in my eyes, all fodder

Open for botheration, box any old codger 

Teach a new trick to a dog, keep your mouth stocked

With quietening rocks next time, or I’ll be back, doorknocking

Saying do you recognize this fella?

When one says yes I’ll teach him to know better

You don’t understand me like the Pole in the Centra deli

Didn’t put butter on my roll even though he said OK, bro

Delhi belly because that last pint sent me, Samael couldn’t tempt me

Under penalty of venom, appeals to my vanity from a helot not impressed

Don’t you have a dog you can shove in a pit

Why should I have to suffer your appearance

You shaved ape, gapemouthed lame lout sousehead and loudshouter

You’re one man on the computer, I’m some man with the six shooter

Your only combat experience is stick shooters, I’m inhuman six tours

My breast heavy with metal medals, couple coloured stars as below so above

Give you pause, take it all in before you invoke these paws, spoke the laws

My hands harder than the tablets they were on, brain sure but sometimes brawn

Once I draw out the shots I move my head like a rockem sockem bot

Bandicoot how I spin and break a box, breaking all prior records on the punch machine

Launch delay how your payload fails, my fists in your airspace like UAPs

Hedge priest, rock hard, a lot of mass, a lot of grass, faith and that, you ate these

Got seated, at midnight wake screaming when that trauma is repeating, plant

Him like seeds, mince the beef flat, make it vegan like a cornseed lamb rack

Exotic birds flapping around your snapturned head, there instead of Jamrach’s

Menagerie, managerial how I lift to your feet after defeating you, giving feedback

You can be the best you, even if my first jab had you shooting as if my ankle was a moon

And you were a human-shaped Apollo rocket, exploded on the launch pad, folk, sorry

We’re cutting to commercial, last sound they hear through the wireless your gurgling

You’re circling into my power hand and every shot I throw is hurting

I can fight through adversity, let you hurt me just to prove I’m Valhalla worthy

Fight dirty if I sense a lax referee, in the end it’s victory that provokes paper please

Berliner how I ask papers please, buying rizla red as Satan in the Sainsburys

Eating strange berries to break taste patterns, bitter bastards bit in half

Flattened but not flatlined, who dropped this Acme anvil?

Never lenient, stoical athenian, teaching Athena to wild ephebes

Occult trials in Memphis and Thebes, James Shelby D esteems