Alchemisland

Types like me are very rare, smart and keen as well as fair

When I read a poem at the local fair, swore I saw fellas welling up there

Pushing away tears, acting like they weren’t there, fingering their hair

Doing anything but staring or confirming that they care

When I’m late they wait there, sitting staring up like daycare

Not a single thought all day, sorry Descartes

That’s just how they fell, those cards

Lonely, island is the bard, often discard

Perceived as hard harshness but seal off your heart

No tunnel there, no Isembard

My love surrounded by prison bars

I’m at the eyrie of an evil tower, spitting bars, that’s Isengard

Down to Spar, make a list because I’m retarded, otherwise my mind slips

My hips don’t lie but I can’t speak for my lips, can’t speak but for my lips

To most I am an appetiser but I go low key, most none the wiser

They eye me up for size and reckon that I’m not worth trying

Win you seem like a lion fighting short sheep

Bit cheap, lose and you lose pride

In the eyes of God I’m a miser, in my own eyes I’m a first prizer

Types like me are very rare, smart and keen as well as fair

Back in the day we used call to doors, asking is Maximilian Kolbe there

Once we’d asked we’d scarper back, hearing the owner go spare

Like a dinger without sprinting, coiled spring releasing

Ran like I was jilting on wedding evening.