Alchemisland

Gloved acting like pros act handling prozac

Hash and doves in the box for gloves

CIA wet work everywhere between the poles, regimes I see fall

I meet Regine before the intricate patina of the great hall

Ages since I’ve seen her

Man, I wouldn’t recognise her if I didn’t know

Talk about a great fall

Don’t mean by the great Evelyn Waugh

Only go out if I’m seeming raw

Unseemly amount of ripped raws, packets missing patches

Skull and crossbones on the leather jacket back

The flensed cow came from France

Like the Dauphin, Flaubert, and that Macabre Danse

Straightbacked, strain whacked

Maintaining ideas way above my station, this Adder’s black

This baddie’s back

A meeting, every captain

Should we cap him or try capture?

Every Empire collapses

I’m waiting for appearing cracks, beers in the back laughing

Meat crackling and seedy buns getting gnashed down, beers lashed back

Slave army we’re marked by lashed backs and barmyness

I don’t except tardiness, truancy’ll get you targeted.