Alchemisland

Waiting on a bell, the damned in hell know damn well

You can spend your fingernails climbing the well

Or you can lock in and wait in your dwelling cell

Waiting on a bell, wishing class would end, shelf

Full of books murderous to imagination, crooked

Looks back from the students who are asked

Tasks for home no chance, I’ll do them tomorrow, 8 stroke

Can I copy, bro?

Crops and boys, a Croppy Boy still making noise

Riding crop in hand, ain’t going to the Horse Show

Throw like the hand was a spear and a Mammoth’s soft was showing

I’m in class, you know very bored? Bored as that

Marker stabbing the whiteboard like it was Caesar’s back, tyrant slash

At lunchtime smoked loads of hash, almost late had to dash back

Often owning cake having eaten it, Mary Antoinette rizz I equal it

If you catch me lacking, action film shakycam, you know I sequel it

Catch me if you can, I’ve got more wordplays than wu tang clan

I’m filling every page with doodles, band names

Pentagrams, calculations grams of yam equals cash in hand

Equals Jack the Lad equals money can buy happiness

I’m happy to slap but they’re never happy slaps

Collar the chap, grasp his shirt’s tag clasp, yank him back

Hit him a hard one, gasping to escape to run, can’t escape my grip

Hear his stretched garment rip, make his nose drip with one hit

Let him up then him toss him back down, don’t have to tell him back down

I check my pockets, making sure the bagged brown didn’t fall out

A rip sprouting along the eye of canada goose jacket, duck down spilling out

White as Bishop’s blood, you’re the evil world and I’m the flood.