Taking off, leaving ground, rocket interplanetary-bound
My turf you don’t touch like a fairy mound
Brave man’ll take hawthorne roots from out the ground
Even now with that whole old world pulled down
Bullet belt stopping duck down trousers falling down
Seems I keep falling out with people
As long as I keep falling on my feet
School was the street
Had to be fast on my feet, find my feet while in the fire seat
Lunchtime smoking two threes, then learning about irrigation schemes
In double geography, last class maths just after PE
I just dabbed one last patch on a masterpiece
Deserve a dab or a green apple
Dip into the bag, man, this is a free sample
Few defeats, to discreet to provide examples
Fell on my sword a few times, acted the ham, other times shined
That sure it was gonna be my time
Next, determined to be best
Just bagged new neckties and ermines from Best and Next respectively.
Alchemisland 
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