Alchemisland

Shot a man on the helipad

Greasy hands grasping at the heli stands

Madman’s regime collapsing at cop attack

Half stash, coke and cash caches, dashed laughing 

Drumming the handle of my magnum against the back

Of the pilot’s headrest, he flights the bird, fights the urge

To desert and report me for multiple murders

We go up like a sycamore leaf in reverse

Revert back to normalcy, I take two clozapine

Makes my pee hard but calms me, decency

Flees me when that demon seizes me

We’re going back to basics, project Eden

Just me and Eve, somewhere decent

Away from eyes eager for seeing, Godiva peepers

Back to the island the pilot takes us higher skyward

I used my knife edge to cut up lines, confide in him

That I was not prepared for that raid, almost died

Quid pro quo those men will pay the price

Sunrise and I surmise we’re nearby by the drop in height

Start thinking he’s nice but knows a lot, could be a spy

Lots I told him fetches a high price with blue wearing guys

Decide I’ll blow out his mind once we land, make out like I’m tired

Invite him, implying he’s about to be made rich, one whiskey

Then switch, out with the heater and trigger eager until bleeding

On the beach, the chopper I cover over with trees in case I need it

I call in Eve, initially shocked, keeps repeating oh my god

I feed her snotbox a thick white rock

She comes to see he was part of the plot

Drunker than Blot Outdoors Show, we’re always outdoors here it’s so hot

Weed calming as the second volume of Selected Ambient Works, lungrot

Rotten ladder’s last rung, feeling like I’ve got my bell rung, ten count

Close to passing out like a man shattered after a massive round

I’m always left ’til last, passed over in the box like a Turkish Delight

Only ones craving them don’t have teeth necessary for tasting them

Think they taste disgraceful, tooth displacing rose paste, chunky spit away

Taste the pink like it was the newest vape flavour, I’m eating into savings

Trying to meet my saviour, I must be elevated through the cult’s stations

I graduate a full-plate pagan ready and licensed to cause mayhem.