Alchemisland

Quitting strats and I can’t stick to them like the glue was bad

Keep going back, 360 peram, grabbing cash stashes during rash fantasies

Itchscratcher, at the hip my trusted blaster

You’ve never seen dust disappear faster, engage thrusters

Never wait for the change, don’t let shit get mangy or musty trust me

I’m not a trust fund kid but I don’t know the meaning of one, price of milk

I only know what silks go for, no globe what’s all this snow for

Doing free what I could do pro, many gifts a certain God bestowed

Owing out my ass, outgoings loads because I’m going out loads, doing nose

But I’m living faster than a Johnny Blue smokes, I can see the end of the road, the edge of the slope

No point moping, no point hoping, just keep going with both eyes open

Dope and opals, crows circling me when I’m dolesome

I was happier when I was dole scum

It’s coming like her O when the rose toy is summoned from the cupboard

Only me and myself and I stick with ’em so no telling

Stick ’em like it’s prison and live like you’re on telly

Be quick because it’s life, starred five, then it isn’t, last seen alive half five

Full shit no half slices, rats around like Hamelin Piper

Ice-eyed Icelandic sniper, I snort only white stripes until I’m line-thin

Look at me, think that’s another Ozempic win, third Olson twin skinny

Tin man wearing the lion’s hide, stay inside stay alive tonight

Out from hiding, seeing what’s next like The Shining, somehow guided

The moon a kicked around diamond

Far from its prime but primacy of tides my kinda title

Hand on Bible happy to lie to a face or on trial

Back to tonight I’m full of guile, in fatigues like guile

Giving chase through the trees, never fatigued like an EPO machine

Got more cash than the teller machine

Stashing a felling machine in my jeans, dead ’em with a wrist flick

Bills big and Mike’s buying brick with ‘em, big portions whole caches

Big weights I can hold them, all terrain all action

Hulk back won’t break, strainface Atlas, but stretches like tugged elastic

Pass the spliff, my diamond-studded lighters lit if drastic, ill if ratchet

Terry Pratchett how I light fantastic

After I try my sentences are shorter than a stillborn’s life, like I was hit by a hatchet

Right where they store the seeds that feed the breadbasket and impel feet to speed

My own curriculum, in the formals I placed last

But according to my own course I finished with a first, beyond a pass

Like I just got down a mountain, with the dread slopes at my ass.