Alchemisland

Excuse me but I’m parched 

May I have ends on your can  

To get me back out on the march 

I’m in the dead marshes 

How much I’m skagged for ring 

When I arrive, having departed

Call that return of the king

Scratch my back, I yours 

I consider scratchcards investments 

And I’m seeing big returns

Earning more than you turds 

By more than just a third 

Scorched earth, that means fields get burnt

Hope you weren’t relying on that wheat for any purpose 

I’ll do anything in service of your defeat 

I know you might not deserve it

I’m curbing anyone with clean feet 

Courtesy of Christ Jesus, lamb leader 

Chiefly, I’m king of keef, leaf lord 

Keep lean geezers leal with gear

If drugs get seized I go Lear 

Full mad Queen

Off these stories, I’ll be eating 

Of these stories, many fearing 

These days most flee 

At mere teething baring

Let’s have a straightener 

Get it all straight, don’t mean Bering 

Bank with Barings

Subterranean vault, money interred 

Uncrackable is the inference 

You’d need a crack team of terrorists 

Just to get past the front desk 

Forget the fences and laser defences

I’m not looking for votes 

Kissing babies like a dope 

Interested in grow houses, stowing dope

Ammonia on boats

Blood blowing raspberries at open throats.