Alchemisland

Only a shot in the arm, what harm can it do?

Best foot forward, don’t give gendarme an excuse

Best believe I down foot to pedal fast if the wrong question’s asked

Pedalled so fast I thought I would puke on the grass when at last

I stopped; smoking too much to be giving this much sass to corrupt cops.

Street smarts, no train schedule smoking green DARTs

Clondalkin clever with a Merino mind, Liberties diction

I take away their liberties, replace them with addictions

Caulking memory with chalice mythic

Recalling my enemies, all of them British

My armour brittle and burnished, from the chalcolithic

My weed makes you feel panic, like a child’s gone missing

Very rare that someone’ll say my vile vials aren’t hitting after sniffing

Up high, several storeys, with like-minded gargoyles

Forward-looking granite griffins like dog-faced cannons loyal and lordly

Cavorting with abuse-tortured swordswallowers

Yarn weavers, relators of strange stories, victims wallowing in my scores

Hard to dunk a buttery Rich Tea with my teacup full of storms

Quick smoked a flash blunt, no Gordon unless we’re fighting the Mahdi

Barely hit sadly, after a hit I won’t be seen like Maddy

Wisdom and madness, the fine line between I’m straddling

Retired fine young men, gear obsessed like Izzy Stradlin

Not easy for me to count sheep to nab Zs, always battling never cease

Have to smoke-heal, bring an emotional disease to heel

New strain called Makes No Fear Fear out of Sutton

Accordingly my eyes are red as a recording button.