Alchemisland

Only interested in hard shit

Fists bleeding I’m exhausted

Move onto a pistol whip

Never lonely, first manisland silence’s sound

Simon and Garfunkel mention banned

Pins down, pens down

Fucking blow me

Saw him below me

Another throneseeker

Longing to unseat me

Get me alone and defeat me

They obviously haven’t met me

Know better, I’m a Dempsey

I have a patience and strength in plenty a devil leant me in 1920

He said either I could be incredible at blues, or have punches that contuse

I won’t tell you what I chose, I am a black-petalled rose matching my robes

Now every punch I throw enrolls a foe in A&E, know you don’t mean me

Know you can afford that talk, Ford quick Ford all black when I walk toward

Ages since paid heed to yiz, you’ve aged, gone grey, dog has had his day

Been rolling in the hay, the oldest is eight and there’s one more in waiting

Sixteen of all different ages, give the bedsprings a break Jaysis

Hedge maze is amazing but not sure we’re supposed to be in it for days

I’m supposed to be in Limerick at a rave, listening to Hazy Haze

Getting blazed only serves to break my concentration, sticking left

Sticky breath it’s resined with unpleasant green weed phlegm

Spreads through your chest like a pygmy’s venom dart hit your Lacoste crest

That’s usually toward right breast, real test for gym-hardened pectoral

When I backshot high notes sound choral, car alarm in enjoyment

Enjoinment union, new forms adorn bentback enjoyment

Choice is endurance.