Searching scrap and plastic warped to surreality, best in my basket
Master demands foolscap notepads full of poems, I get no advance
How long they’ve been here equals how long since the plants got fed
I don’t trust any of these heads, could be evil, plants or feds
Deadheads and ravers, crusties and acid techies seeking cybersaviours
They’ve all had drugs so I’m keeping receipts like I was seeking savings
Fill the sink to shave but cut my face, blood in the water like whaling.
Fake friends who came over finally heading home after a week
Cheek of these fuckers, squeeze you then leave just as easily
Bold deceivers, cleave your back leave you leaking, got Caesar bad
Won’t catch me lacking like that, once they clear out of my pad
I produce the next batches, handsome bags, I phantom them
From hidden pockets in my jacket, two spliffs same time dragging
Time dragging, I’m lagging out, flag flapping in space outer
I drain a flagon like a ranger in a tavern with a tankard
Tapping away to trad music, Nazgul comes to Bree Imma lose it
I’m polluted, managed to put on a movie soon glued to it.
Alchemisland 
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