Alchemisland

Always strive to be better, always strive to be the group’s drug tester

They call me the litmus

I’ll lick most anything, bag found at the back of a bus

Had to tug to get it unstuck from the anonymous transit gunge

Grunge slacker at the bus back, pocket full of acid tabs, stuck in bad traffic

Looking out the window at the statues laughing, drones behind glass

Writing lines of code, purple cubes glowing on the rink of their glasses

The way they’re sitting ensures maximum back damage

I used to get cabbaged at lunch just to salvage the day

I found the boredom a savage torture, I hated the way

Nobody seemed willing to say a damn thing, about anything

I hated how the sunrays never reached my face because of raised

Desk dividers erected, they say, in aid of privacy

Thanks for your help with this change

I hated how the office was rearranged, and HR were like prison officers

Clockwatching, policing fun, being scant with the free lunch portions

Unclear when asked for answers, a comportment lacking chancer

HR is a fucking cancer, they act like the company would collapse

Without a resident rat to keep tabs, tally your toilet trips

Make sure you don’t arrive six minutes late

All the most important work is done first thing don’t you know

I remember feeling like I couldn’t grow like a rose through snow

I was getting wrote off at lunch, taking it as late as possible

To reduce the hump, the slump of the lumbering evening

The clock seeming to freeze dreamily between each frenzied integer

The digits linger longer knowing they’re watched.

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My resolve not so strong, I feel forced here

I could easily leave but some force keeps me here

I’ve left now; going clear and seeking what’s dear to me

But the events occurred so recently, I can’t help but reconsider it

Over and over, I was running the show but with nowhere else to go

At rope’s zenith, straddling the tip with iron grip, I stiffened my upper lip

I had taken a trip I never imagined to participate in

I feel like I am living someone else’s life, some twin with my smile

More daring by half, I was doing half of what I used to

Getting bag, twice more than the last guy, what you think it’s twice that

I was getting calls from the bank about going platinum

All my struggling friends wanting for money, bills I’m stacking them

Thoughts belonging to rich men reach me in my den

Would this be a good investment I ask my broker

He’s a Polish bloke, tie done tight like a choker, trust him

Earthy and reliable, knows but spites his Bible; just my kind

He keeps tabs on what my rivals are thriving under

He diversifies my portfolio, and keeps the show running

The money if it’s a bit a muddy is run through a cleaning session, suddy

Suddenly the grubby stains are whisked away, like money printed today

It’s good to spend, let’s splash out a few K on cocaine and lightsabres

Light will save us, the last of us desirous thereof, we are in the long desert

We’ve read and been led to Exodus, dust coats our legs, manna feeds us

A man has freed us, a born leader, a keen reader and cedar tall

He recalls future times, he is a lion and above crime, defiant

From his bald head riot two constricting snake ramhorns impliant ironhard.

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Bus arrives at terminus before I know it, I was half dozing owing

To the janky turbots I smoked before the transport showed

My house is right across the road, good sightline

I see it coming and hot-toe it, thumbs up like Siskel

Out the window I spy guys who would love to get physical

I aim a finger pistol, pow, bang sign comes out the lead spout

Driver listens out for the thanks on which Irish busmen thrive

I shout cheers, he opens the side doors to let me out, drives

Off back to the depot short of Ballsbridge, I won’t linger

Long singing long songs where my foes are strongest

Nor will I rush through nor avoid this place entirely

Show them that I’m my life’s pilot, I might be tired entirety of time

But I’m still that reliable iron, if I’m sighted it’s on sight

It’s red sights like feline-delighting lasers alighting the ground

For the round of your dome, right between the eyes 

I could shoot now and you’d never see the light again

I could embrace the trigger, have a new angel singing on heaven’s fringes

Before you can click your fingers and say the first letter in business

At this time I’m not accepting visitors, leave your grapes on the mini fridge

Your greeting cards in the reception bin, I’m only in for an instant

Outpatients procedure, I’m just waiting to be seen, screens and screams

Smells of bleach, leafstrewn streets outside seem unreachable

Unbreachable paper curtains

I’m skirting the apartments, twitching curtains

Families I’ve left hurting

Having their sons desert them, assure you deservedly

Did that in service of my own earnings but it felt like a public service

Half of these people are turds, the others worse, good share of perverts

No one on the earth misses these people, no one minds if they’re hurt

I make sure to choose the ones that won’t matter, when I snap 

And finally clatter them with the lump hammer, jawshattering

That will definitely leave them stammering, I don’t have police hammering

Down my door

They say this poor tramp.. Someone came to his encampment 

And commenced his denouement, soundlessly, then snuck out unseen

No names, no motive, my record squeaky clean

I get off, there’s nothing to get off

I get off the other way

I’m not cleaning windows so I stay away from windowpanes

I can feel hateful eyes breaking the casement

Going through the triple glaze.