Alchemisland

I remember once I had to put a man to bed

Actually scratch that can’t rem what he said

But it was something bad evidently, saw red

Came at him slapping like the devil sent me

No tactics in this action, berserker lashing out

Latching onto whoever is within wrestling distance

Didn’t have a pittance now I have admittance to fine kitchens

Wouldn’t pass a piss test, more lives lived than if Alexander was a kitten

What I took is just now hitting, my eyes lit up like a prison break

Palimpsest inscribed upon my breast, old selves I shed at length 

Haunt me, begging vengeance for something someone said

I remember putting him to bed, bit by bit, horse’s head

Legs lead heavy as the cement of death sets readily

Fast as a red setter my Subi swerves between cars, moon screaming above

Mudguard chwucking like a motorboat rudder hitting muddy water in the jungle

Contents bubbled but I chucked back more than a cupful, had a couple

And shots betwixt, inverted crucifix branded on the inside of my left wrist

Sixes in angel-guided thruples, I spent no more than a tuppence

Bunk off to learn the alchemy of ovens and tupperware

Nothing scares me and I’m well aware, no interest in being a tough guy

Nothing to prove to the best, I consider the rest to be extras in my main event

Prelims the lot, my crop is hotter than Maxim mag to Harry Potter, don’t sell it in Hogsmeade

Have to come to meet me in the mean streets if you you’re green greedy, weedseeking

Wizard won the triwizard now wants to try a swisher, I say wise and guide him to the ricin

I call it that because it breaks you badly, you go mad, then come back after

Another custo looking at goods behind glass, stacked ass crying out for slaps and lashing

Walk up behind make it red with a good rasher, tell her she’s a lash, this stash is cashless

You can pick your poison as long as you stay to taste my moustache, must ask you a question

Are you looking for action, she’s famished and it’s ages since the famine, properly adamant

We pop into the back room, popping xanies, milk of the poppy and coke together insanity

More speedball than Rocket League, she has a speed jaw, mouth open like a sprocket

I stick it into the socket, docked and syncing, I’m the plug for real that’s my thinking

Do it without blinking, concentrating on fitting my whole fist in, this calf insistent

On staying in, say it ain’t say so I say when she tell me she’s going it’s over

But it’s OK because I got my hole, what a foal, five-hand ass five pounds

Of grass in a silver raw canister, I burn and turn it into gas, cheeks like blowing glass

Another class I’m in, I never want to attend another class, boredom makes me collapse

I’m way too class for this shithouse, hope the place collapses while you’re inhabiting it

I bite into it, bursts like a zit, taste and feel of citrus, sitting in the Citroen with a mistress

Speed camera could not miss it, vehicle identification registered heatseeker missile

Down the M50 quicker than a dog whisperer can whistle, hard to grasp like a thistle

I’m tickled by your evincing what I’ve hidden, I sense you enjoy the mystical, forbidden

Bedside locker busy with crystals and incense, palmistry codices, and a box for seedy weed.