Alchemisland

Rafferty’s for a pack of solpos

Consumed rapidly can’t stop those

More silver than you’d get selling your liver to a Chinese bidder

Did it willing, charismatic villain Long John Silver, unsuitable for children

Went from chilling

To doing city centre laps in ratchet, hands off clothes worth millions

Brow sweatless downed the wet nose of the weapon

Waiting to see how the stand off goes

Buried you somewhere faraway, unwalked wetland where crows won’t go

Bog smoke, I’m the bog bloke

My job you could probably rightly call nose clogger

Fuck the plod, after me to stay on the job

On the block with exclusive clobber prod by Apollo

Big gaff like a prod boy where carbombs make the odd noise

Riot toys in vanbacks

Tied to a rad in my gaff

Until I have the rat’s name

A map of the plain and a gaff plan.