Alchemisland

Clowns, comedians and chortlers girdling at world’s turning middle me

Middlemarch how much little things matter to me

Tell me you thought of me even if it’s empty flattery

Give me strength to lift my stone, Liam O’Flaherty

When she needs drugs it’s come over to my flat party

She wants my wraps to make it a wrap party

She never reads my raps or sighs dreamily at my rhapsody

When she doesn’t need green or E’s, it’s read tick green

It’s sorry I had no battery, I was away last weekend

And time got away from me, missed connection

Or it was so busy a day I just collapsed after

Without checking my texts, she says my bad

I say my ass but only to me; tonight she’s eager

Putting out feelers about when this dealer eagle might land

I’m in the Eagle with most of the illegal in my trenchcoat

I’m looking through my notes for pricelists

Insist those wanting nose fixes use the code.

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She’ll spot me for a taxi so I get there faster

Driver is a real question asker

But before long we hit Ranelagh

I enter her topfloor flat, audio spill mad Gabber

It’s not empty be sure of that, many mad hatters

And lads huffing gas, inhalants getting passed

Running through this crowd like I just left the trench

Was French and vengeful Huns wanna drench me in flames

Her room’s a stuffy sex-smelling womb with messy bedsheets

I enter her so she’s not empty, she rolls a twenty into a straw

Use that score to clean up raw

RAW grinder stiff, cleaning-needing

I sell everything except the needled evil

Because the fiends who need it are too needy

Fix greedy and not afraid to bleed me for poppy seeds.