Alchemisland

Over with the laylow, texted the lawless leng man about ounces of yeyo

Text back quicker than a slick gunslinger’s wrist, got the bits name the ends

I smoke a jay down to the end, compose style conscious, hit reply

Got you my guy cash only I spy a train coming in at nine tonight nearby

React with eyes, five hours until the time, I rise like mercury before a pyre

Throw on a fitting fit, flick the lighter, bic’s child same colour gunfire

Cash in the case below, unlock the cache count out the dough, good to go

Murphy’s law aside it seems tonight should be plain sailing, baling

Twine keeps the packages tight, inclement weather keeps the streets quiet

I pass by a streetsweeper, so quiet my walk akin to a sneak up

I sneak a bump, sniffing my keys like a perfume sample, cheeks numb

OD for fun, rub the baggy dust onto my gums, it’s blood and thunder

In the muddled mind, gotta reel it in, dial in fails then redial

Stumbling through the town like shot Mr Burns short a sundial tumble

Wandering, wondering about drumming up some trouble

Grabbing one of these droogs and giving him a drubbing

Guy wearing dubes approaches, wants a little something druggy

Mess with him, asks whether he thinks I’m a thug

I’m only tugging your chain, what’s the rub

He wants a little white, a little bud, for me no trouble I rustle up

His order á la carte, I double charge, Fool his Tarot card

Sweating like I’ve been wrestling, cardio testing, in road leathers

Cans of tennants but raised to know better, know the taste of pheasant, however

Prefer something less pleasant, pleasant fucker pheasant plucker’s only son

These utterances about my absurd quotients and indulges won’t be bettered

I send out letters to the high churches, begging them to come together

The Beatles mere men in the end

Gotta grab a payload from a bloke wearing a grey cap and low sweater

Wetter in a leather scabbard in case he checks, Rats like Scabbers

Scatter when they spy my stabber, hammerblow makes a fast talker stammer

Jammer to strangle the signal, failing to triangulate I get away, boat to Spain.