No fly zone
Low fly over the Hot Zone, no ebola
Made hay doing odd jobs, bowler
Head full of holes like the ozone
No flies on but borderline
Flight over border lines
Luggage stuffed, like a hoarder likes
Illegal drugs, all the drinks are spiced
With floating gold, punch spiked is nice
Spikes on gloves, box pikey style
Ten rounds, no ref, wild
Two concussion, both quite mild
Tonight there’s a gig so I’m out flyering, DIY inspiring
Standing out by the Spire, bad weather because Irish
Most are pigs and won’t look twice
So I shoulder by without a smile.
Alchemisland 
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