Alchemisland

The Emperor’s voice is smooth, that’s why HMV used the name

So he’s putting out new grooves, that’s why the queue’s around the lane

Heard it’s my name you’ve been using

Abusing, accusing, on the lanes like a Blue

Gold star with ID number and name, chestcam blackout to deliver a baiting

Bait him black and blue, leave the debating to the do-nothings who

Dance to the piper’s tune, Tweets clogging up the tube

You have to work or pay outright for what you use

It all comes back around, eventually does a U, so careful what you choose

Alternating Ws and Ls like I’m saying well, well, well with a vowelless keyboard

Blown-up faceshots and lists of known aliases in quayside prefabs down the seaboard

Thinking back to when I was holed up in C Ward for investigating my wrists with a sword

Medicated accordingly, I was seated all day like a Lord, trust me you ain’t seen bored

Square meals and free board, provided you’re happy cleaning floors and seeing gore

And, if you’re weak and attractive, having your asshole explored by lifers, your short tour

Won’t save your purity, they’re going to mount you with fury for sure

Cherries disappearing like they’re tearing into a fruit cocktail dessert

Hurts to say but dreams and feelings are not to be obeyed, you don’t get what you deserve

It doesn’t work that way, even if you’re good and every commandments obeyed

Fate finds you, tomorrow, maybe today, someday, and it can’t be swerved, forever’s

A long time but no time’s worse

Best laid plans of mice, men and curs, they’re laughing, throwing dice in Heaven, it’s perverse

From where they’re situated cloudbank looks like a plantpot, cauliflower curds

A flower will start to curve, brown and curl in onto itself like burning paper

Or a dead spider, and even the creamiest milk from the noblest sow will curdle

Nothing ever stays current, that old demented man who stinks of piss was once

A bold and strapping colonel, who struck fear in all the world

But nothing is eternal, those things which we are sure will come to pass 

Will surely not be brought to term

Much to come to terms with, death’s permanence 

The twin forces in ceaseless tournament

To the subterrene or upward, beyond the firmament

Or further.