Alchemisland

Sourcing rare hardbacks, getting down to brass tacks

Eating hardtack biscuits to show I’m bad, halfmad

Due to being ravenous, can’t be had

Deal will be done when my face beams glad

Not before that, don’t write anything in that pad

Put your phones in this bag before I slap you slags

Put your head in the sack, shove you in the van back

How about that, you fucking jamrag

Now, sell me some old books at a good price

We’ll do a nice deal, three big slices, divided

Such that my slice is thickest, nicest, choicest, delighted?

Me too let’s get this fire ignited, give me a list of titles

You have which your rivals have not, I’m invited

To peruse the shelves by myself, always a hard sell

I’ll hit you hard, slap you in irons behind bars, in a cell

Until you’re ready to settle, these books are treasures

Want to go home with me but money must be right you see

Glee at the deal, like a prisoner with a plea freed, library large exceedingly

No breathing room, tomb of words

Looks less but is more, deceivingly.