Alchemisland

Offering dogrose to a ratty roadside statue

Our Lady of the Sorrow

SItting too much will give you boils

I’m with the boys making noise, all day moiling, toiling

Whether freezing or boiling, all weather, supplying 

We’re close together, practically tethered

Blood brothers forever check it

Matching tats, hats, and jacket, gang shit practically

Hacking up because he can’t hack it

I’ll hack you up or hack you, drive dump

Oil pissing out the sump

Driving drunk Father Jack Hackett

I remember how he slumped with a colourchanging jacket

He was like Joseph in the musical, whatever actor

More white than icy Hoth, than was suffered by Antarctic Scott

I see you eyeing up what I’ve got

Time if I’m caught

Rhymes when I’m fraught.