Alchemisland

Last bloke provoking didn’t float long

Don’t poke a bear, don’t come at kings missing

Leng lines and bread, flying colours piss test

Submitted a vial of someone else’s, devil’s lettuce

Chest butter from lemon haze, say ‘but’ even to my brother

Putting nothing before profit, Newsweek admitting I’m a prodigy

Knees weak when they hear my songs, stage black with tossed thongs

Song remains the same, I’m not further in or out the grave, came in screaming

Won’t go out that way, where I go none of the roads are paved, dissuading coppers

From checking and netting me, cases only want them if they’re holding cocaine

Unchanged, unshaven clothes unwashed smell of haze

Haven’t showered in days, lynx spray like teargas grenades.