Alchemisland

I’m playing cards and losing lots, on Tilt, exit app, force quit

When someone binks me on the river, check raise

I need my cheque raised if you want me to attend today

I don’t care for praise or promises of discretionary rewards

Decided on a whim, I get skimmed and you get a bed in the ward

Or set still in the morgue like medusa the last eyes you saw

Swore this year’s bonus would be great, good grade amazing

It was all going to be gravy from here on out

When the numbers were read, no one made a sound

They barely resemble the first ones you read out

Starting to lose patience, feeling rage at my bread out

Count wrong, won’t be long making sounds about it

The only thing that can make my shed my affectations

Is the thought of me not being basted in gravy

Feeling wavy, got the shakes, get baked to steady

Eyes heavy as the Christmas messages from Tesco

Bag for Life at the ready, amazing but they waste me

Only giving me a taste when I could be a tastemaker

Wet floor and no wet floor sign

Crossed my mind this could be a casemaker

Doubly so if I had a pacemaker

I would be on the floor, pretending I was pretty vacant

Wanting a big pay off or be taken

To crown court, lawyer brings home the bacon

His percentage is his makings, fair takings

The guy is fucking amazing