Alchemisland

Even battered black and blue I never give up my neck, lie back, grab a leg

Find ways to stand up then he’ll beg

Feels like my ribs are bent the wrong way

I grab the cage and stand, take my stance still swaying

Won’t miss a chance to pay him

Back for trying to tap me, I take his back but no chokes today

Only slaps where his cap goes

Big bald dome I couldn’t miss it with a tiny stone

Send out Gath’s biggest boned son

Made a hole in his throat with a catapult

His tribe sulked, enmity resultant, Bible 1

Giants none, I won unanimous decision

A pugilist with derision making you catch hands

Bands and a benz, famous bands play me out

I used to have black mould and grout, all rundown

I used to have to watch out when I went out

Now I go out holding the count

Snub nose comes out if a man starts hounding

Say my name; it’s not Mr Plough

I give the young ones an allowance

I follow a plough to the stars seeking patterns

Allow a friend his pick of the loud packs

Send a death threat whilst Tesco shopping

Every little helps, whelps bringing me brown envelopes

More drugs than Phelps

Beginning to develop addictions

Doesn’t matter I’m stick thin, still quick-thinking rapier wit

Lancet between the ribs like James Joyce did

When they insulted his theory on Hamlet.