Alchemisland

It’s 2.28, we sold two eighths and spent most of it in the offie

A mate’s mate wants coke to impress a date at the office christmas party

In a Rathgar flat planning harm to rats like I was a yarn-loving cat

Bastet in that I’ve got nine lives, Osiris wants me to thrive

My cut-off verses leave you worse off

You better hope it’s co op and not versus

What you said was hurtful

What I did what you deserved

Pickle your severed hand in formaldehyde preserve

Lad from Mallow needs a place to hide out 

My gaff is the hallow, the walls have hollows

Resident odalisques gargle balls and swallow

Big fat arse an indigo G string parts, from Primark

It’s called Penney’s over here, before you remark

Marks beside my name, nights remanded in custody to my shame

Failed to get away from the shades doing eighty

Arms full of black tar

I play them like guitar

Mates waiting out extraditions in guitar

Many missions accomplished in my kitchen

Sweet to my missus and mistress

Vicious to my foes, never missing throwing kitchen sinking

Down the stairs like a slinky

Needle prick beside the pinky

Asks about a bit on tick

I hit him and spit on him, cheeky thick

You know the rules and that’s not it

Tell him collect himself, correct himself

Don’t wanna get his neck sectored

Tried to section me but I snipped the ringfence with smuggled secateurs

Then made my Great Escape, eight month grand tour around Asia

I got home and my mates said state of you

I got home and I know that increased a few heartrates

A few phones were ringing, a few moans were telling tales, speaking hate

Midnight Express how breasts are pressed against glass

Sylvia Plath’s the Bell Jar after dark

My bird belle de joure, to be sure

Always the belle of the ball, makes me Beast an aw

One sword, one crowd, a thousand claimants

Most of them lame, lacking inner flames

I’ve disobeyed every command