Alchemisland

Me and my brother used to have lives

Gave it up to rot inside smoking five skinners

Hitting pipes, connect for super strength

Like Voltron with rings together, he’s always live

Always high so cannot drive

Liffeyside meets in the City Centre

We meet, feign interplay, quick embrace

Exchange cash for a bag without touching hands

Then I’m home on a Luas, paro as

Soil for the grow, hard toil, bringing wheelbarrows

Taking flight like an arrow aimed at a sparrow

Spazzed out mid spaceflight

Jumping at my own shadow

Alternately raging then crying, caged meat-tamed lion

No meet cutes, in restrooms I meet dudes who complete feuds

Just to bless you, best communion

Make sure I have the best food

Michelin assurance so they’re booking booths

Running rings about other sellers

Ducking the predators taking alt routes

Lying about everything

Like that woman who wrote and edited about salt routes

Mopping up the slop with the book of Ruth

Job propping up the pill popping prodigy

Mask crudely glued to me like Ulysses onto the Odyssey

Chopping off fingers like you fell at the rink, me spinning, trying to score 11

For a score I’ll give you something malevolent

Help you summon up the storms

Texting you what’s the story

Got jars of future glory up in the refrigerator

Listening to Future songs on repeat, looking up gardening tips

What to plant where, whose face to the wind

So binned I’m like a ship sent widdershins by whipping winds

So tinned, like a biscuit choccy finger you eat at Christmas after Risk

No asterix no tricks it is what it is and I’m not sorry

Online poker dosh bankrolled this property.