Alchemisland

Weekend off Palestine posting to get poleaxed on pills at Electric Picnic

Ten thousand Irish voices lifting and lilting, singing Come Out Ye Black and Tans

Broad black band around my shoulder, in my uniform handsome dancing

Prohibition on them, brand new tax, 800 years haven’t gotten you back

Activity without ever leaving the pad, my ipad tells me who’s bad

Don’t need Michael Jackson for that, Jackson 5 law of fives abiding

Three sharp wands on my trident, two poked through like I was fresh haying the byre.