Alchemisland

Dementia when it comes to my past adventures

Asking who sent ya? Bacon smell, badge scent

Laughing gimme skin bring it in, sense of humour essential

To survive this veil of tearful censure, checking for a wire

When I walk and talk with my wife, never seen without my knife

More burners than the Wire’s second season, David Simon

Style I outguile the best the boys in blue can muster, beguile

The taxman with the lustre of my jewels, lacklustre shoes

Must be removed if you’re entering my room, remove

Your hat the church is holier than that that’s a fact

Bags, hash, cash get snatched where I’m at

More trash queue more rats

This batch smells dank, cash in the attic

Phantom how I ghost after antics

They think my mask is authentic

How easily I slip from one self to another