Alchemisland

From oasthouse to mouldy grow

From upmarket fashion shows

To dirty holes and fortycoats

Fighting crows for scraps in sad cul de sacs

Pumas flattening a fat, hairy pat of dog crap

Spartans scrapping outside Pearse Street flats

Hawking no Stephen portly green bags for greenbacks, pree that

But leave the frequency if you’ve got a blue cap with a badge

Could be Monday, could be something other it don’t matter

Spanish moth asks me to sort her out with some atom smasher

Plan to smash her so I ask around until someone gets back

How quick I dip across town to meet my man, got mass on me

Like I used a matter transporter; I pass the boardwalk zombies

I wear my dad’s old grey crombie, crumbs of stock in deep inside pockets

Makes me look less dodgy than that poxy all-black Lonsdale get up

Sell these last ones then head to Stephen’s Green for cans in the sun

Feeling bad back in my Spartan flat

Like Antony after Actium

One loss I can’t act after like I won

Bitter actor, camera caught me clapping and laughing

As the winner first clasped the master-making golden statue

A hate my face evidently failed to mask

I don’t wait until after class to launch my counter attacks

I grab, take whoever to task, then afterwards ask questions

I don’t care if it’s the middle of lessons

The whole, anything less than I’m leaving lesions

Blessings needed, one like is one prayer

Got demons legion breeding beneath my hair

What’s in my eye, ask George Bataille

He’s wanting cutting, blooding along his tie’s border

Vorderman this Autumn how much maths

How many sums, twice the whole Summer

Most of this money is summoned from the underworld.