Alchemisland

Clicking like a camera

Kingship, conferred by Excalibur

Shadowfax Jag, this one’s a galloper and that’s fact

Shergar of the roadmarks

Burn down, this is rogue art

Pro, ice cold like Bogart

Garden like something in a Hogarth

We’re doing Hoegaarden, whole garden of hoes at my disposal

Praying for betrothal, beds thorned with scornful roses

Lifetime doler

I raise my hand like a head on a spike, claim every eye, Moses bloke

My shit makes noses broke

Parting it like Mose, departing I’m like hold me

Living Spartan and lonely

To keep my writing sharp, damp, cold, and mouldy

So far below, yet they’re all below me

Crowlike night, I’m out with the crowbar beside motors

Loose clothes so I have to keep hiking up my Jack and Jones

Jacked from smoking bones and doing yak since 13 years old

I was young to being old, wodge of dodgy cash too blocky to fold

Too Rocky won’t fold even if you land a thousand blows

Which you won’t, owing to the fleetness of my motion

Sleekness, yeah, I’m on those perfecting potions

Bad luck collection

Upside down horseshoes and opals for those born outside October.