Alchemisland

These wont-stay-whites you’re eyeing up come at too high a price

You’re paying for, admittedly nice, spice with crime-sweaty fivers

So get to the back of the line and hope the Bible’s throughline is true to life

Paltry amount, doubted that was the savings from your whole life

Your every endeavour, every found coin, every birthday present, less than

I spend on wine in a single night if both sides of the forward slash are five

Riding a white palfrey into Westminster

To find a spy you must be double sly, look inside

Mr. Palfrey of Westminster, what a face fails to belie

Rarely to never fail to supply.

Farley-like, a devil, when I’m inhaling from pipes

Devil may cry and never say die and other birthday card triteness

Can’t say that when I’m never saying never can I?

Stick out. Said “Bite this.”