Alchemisland

My relation with oxides 

Complicated, like rules for offside 

Ox tails and ox hides

Odd sales to high lives 

To the most high on the hi fi

All mine but my kinder mind 

Must get pushed to the side 

Mushed against the gates 

Because the crowd are going wild 

Filled with hate liberties taken without debate 

By Picard clay we’re in billets 

Myself, Wilf Owen and Robert Graves 

Daily steps until my feet bled 

Until out of breath 

Even while the sky wept

I was outside, step collecting 

My pedometer is pregnant 

With big figures 

I was cutting a big figure 

Walking around like a human fridge 

Had to get trimmer, bit thinner 

Run along my belly with a flesh strimmer 

Now I’m cut, could be a stripper 

But it fucked my lungs 

Give up one, give up another 

Keep getting stricter, ruin all fun

I was obsessed with BLIMMERS

It was green not gold that glimmered 

I was up and down like a pinger 

Until I’d smoked a pinner 

Had my daily filler 

Drugs had me pinned in the ring 

Spending money meant for dinner 

Dealer’s phone went ring ring ring 

On the regular, like three weddings 

And a funeral for the one that’s dead 

Now I’ve beheaded that last weed

Put seed use to bed 

Clear head like clearasil 

Rubbed away my blackheads

Back spots like a steroid head

Yak spots where you can get powder, new clown make your nose red.