Alchemisland

Swore on Osiris it’d be coming in tonight

In the silence, praying there’ll be no violence

Praying there’ll be no police sirens

Sighing as ship lights enter sight

Rise in triumph, twice blink the lights

They’re on rocks, like mythic sirens

Dockside wearing docs, use my cock more than Byron

What I cut it with, smells like burnt tyres

Read and write all night and hit paydirt

Red and white eyes like Bayern

Need a mansion all mine, walls lined with Bayeux type

Stone amphora, two marble lions outside

Have to keep clear lines

Keep selling lines to felons and felines

Dropzone, hot chrome, make the beeline

Drop poems, not loads, never the B-side

Maximum stay one night, don’t need anyone beside

Don’t need anyone’s advice, save before trial

Small line for her, big ones for me; isosceles triangle

Looking at the moon dangle, I saw Selene hanging off it

Big tits, nice bangs, wide bangles dangling around her ankles

Pants around her ankles, asking daddy for a spanking

Can’t cum unless she’s strangled, got a thing for gangsters

Demon when she’s mangled, I’m on her head like a Kangol

Gives me head, cummy hair gets tangled

Teach her how many it takes to Tango

Lets me use her bags and backside as spare cargo

Before she met me, never used gold cards or tasted escargot

Nowhere else to go, she goes where my car goes

They’re praying for my imminent arrival

For my poppy deprived 

Slum delivery, eighths and ninths like Roman legions.