Don’t ape me, kids, so many pitfalls
You can see scars from where the cars skid
Flowers and a card in place of a kid
A placard duct taped to a lamppost
On a corner with no adjoining pavement
Grew up on the estate, first out so I paved the way
Fuck that, chucked back a stick of dynamite to blast closed the cave
They didn’t give a shit whether I left or came, despite what I was saying
They didn’t respect me because I had no formal training in stanza-making
They underestimated the strength of having your soul bequeathed to Satan for station
Didn’t expect a gutter rat selling heroin and harping on about manifestation
To come back from the train station with Shakespeare-shaming eloquence
Goodnight and God save ya, Plato
Suited up like Tayto.
Alchemisland 
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