Alchemisland

One minute we were having cans

Stood up, took a piss longer than the River Shannon and

When I got back the Garda were bashing down the door, enter Pan.

Through the trap like a God-favoured rabbit, and out the back, panting

Felt something coming, my blood was up spent all day antsy

Stitch in my side but I’m getting away, close? More tantalising

For the forces most admire

For their diligence miring the miles-long circuits of untiring crime

My operation’s cessation rids this area almost entirely of crime

Five star chase like GTA, I’m leaping fences, gates, everything hasten

Leaving barking dogs hateful in my wake

For the next unlucky postman to debate

Baiting it down the road like that’s where I’m settled by the fishing hole

I’m sponsored by Gatorade, fission powered my core

New record this course, fire lap times this horse

Day ending, me on getaway skates running away is par for the course.