Having my latest strop, what she did I can’t recall
Too late for retreat, dogged onward
The Earth whole, or the sea’s freedom
Clouds like a stomped Yop on cheap lino
Blue as a Chartbusters shop
Backdrop a cheap matte painting I’m at pains to say
Nothing computer generated, city’s least popular place
The good, there were no great left
None came to replace them
Palefaced junkies hooked on the drugtaste
Emaciated, like starving Athenians
During the wars called Peloponnesian, so Thucydides reasoned
Delinquents, flats dilapidated, more development needed
Vacated, we’re on permo vacation
Drug taking, only liquids and we lace them
Never stick with no bacons
If you want your few quids taking, yknowwharI’msayin
All of flats have fleas, some empty decades
Make you wheeze, badly decayed all green
Mold growing, shit’s glowing
Need ripout and spraying, everything must go
Everything rewired because it’s dangerous and dated
Wear caps selling capsules, to Garda consternation
Boosters and amps, practically given away
Youngsters doing exams wanting mad skunk, all sprayed.
Alchemisland 
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