Alchemisland

Address in the sat nav, to the highlands

Caught an eyeful of once-was, beeline eyeline

By the pylon on the traffic island

Make up piled on, caked up fake up

Clearly on the take, vein intake brown

Wearing a Juicy tracky and leopardprint dressing gown

Penney’s best, bent regularly by Johns it’ll be for pennies next

John 8.32 I feel bad for you and anyone else going through it

The truth is a fluid deep inside you, deep as where Tuna swim

Saw a horse run over, bolted the gate, piteously neighing yesterday

Guts sprayed out the side, like someone bit into a Tunnock’s Tea Cake

Something is on the brain and it ain’t inspiration

Brain slug draining, brain rot a whole generation

With Tiktok fads and elevated truths

More like the story from a computer game

Gathering all the lore from before Man’s Fall

I remember that cold Fall, when I discovered there was no law

Looking to get these packs moving

Black van parked outside, must be moving

Low light must be a mood thing

Didn’t ghost you, I’m lying low it’s not a rude thing

More likes than Moo Deng

When I post up what’s up for grabs

More dodgy pictures than the paps

Medusa head in a backslung knapsack

Got her bell rung, showed her glass

Showed her exactly what she looked like

She collapsed, merely half her former self

Dark shale and hard touch the remnant shell

A statue of a hellion befits her dwelling place

I’m gradually getting higher like I’m climbing Helvellyn

Even though displaced hips cause me to lose step

I’m loose with juice, fastest gun in the west

Called the leader of club a cunt

Left with his ketchup across my breast

Could have kept up with Bolt, outrun

If willing to jettison the bolt gun

We both know I didn’t, bold one

Bloke found plugged full of holes

Sound of feasting flies from his home

Smell make your eyes water

Part of our trio, apart of our trio

Heard you squealed, talked in Scotland yard

I don’t mean to Braveheart

C3PO, good bloke, if you’re buying what I’m growing

Boba when I hear you’re showing-telling our kissing

I’m on a mission for secrecy, no admission except for mistresses

In black lace knickers with extraneous zips, nipples

You could use to slice diamonds like drink limes, that.