Alchemisland

Stars falling, weather appalling

Got slaughtered in Slattery’s

Hot-footed it from the bedroom of a TD’s daughter

Pulled down my slacks, lipsmacks as thanks for the relaxants I bought her

Poleaxed off snow, max dose, no thanks from my nose

High notes, high regard, but silence after the show, tiring of art

Now I’m waiting at the rainbattered station for a late 46A

Pill-elated junkies doing circuits, bothering tourists for their surplus

I’m holding a bulging bag from outta state, bound for my estate

That is if I am not first drowned, hounded by Poseidon’s mates

On land, strangely, presumably for reasons related to climate change

Enoch determined, this earner here

Everyday waiting at the gate until the end of term, no heat

Fees keep me warm, chiefing a cheeky one smell’s so good they swarm to eat

I got As in crop burning, pitch capping and counting earnings

High Bs in slapping thicks with hurleys

Napping pricks with offtobedearly snapjabs.