Alchemisland

Half bare hard grime

Other half bard rhyme

Schemes in my patterns to match the lines 

Schemes in my future plans, projections future scams

Out on the lam, dark as Morris’ Jam, darkening the white fleece of the lamb

Same colour as strawberry jam, shootout loot bag I’m in the pram

Rolling down the steps outside the bank, shot up the Brinks van

Blood for cash, blunt smoked to ash tapped into an empty can

I tap my ankle with the ground end of my ashplant, red shoes tapdance

Witch hat askance, scanning the accounts for instances of mischance

Won’t catch that, I’ve blanched all that’s bad, roundhead with a badge

Too often calling around, pounding the drive gravel down, wants to see me

Travel down, judge smack his gavel down, tossing back his black gown

I go badger mode, underground, head down in the passenger

Test my body’s punishment capacity, running laps taking acid

Saw monsters running along the track, track and field and fiend

I have a period of freedom, the ill feeling I heed is eaten, need beaten

Forward the only direction, defy everything, fuck convention

My latest invention is for sure one to divest you of riches

Naked wrist after my whip round, pocketed your stop, pocket and wristwatch

Watch me closely and I still get close enough to swipe the locket

On more lists than groceries, gross is pleasing, gross is pleasure

If you are willing to adventure, neither of us adolescents

But the room smells and there’s some bedwetting, nudes sent

To me get sent immediately to the next, that’ll correct you

Next time protect your neck and sex, practice safe sex, keep doors and safes locked

Can’t hit me I’m way too good at strafing, pay you back with a payload from the railgun

Don’t chase a mason unless you keep up pace

I store the sacred key in a secret place, sacral vein wine the cracked rose vase

Displaced blood consumers awaiting.