Alchemisland

Blind shooting like I’ve got a question for contestant two

Wick’s low, Subi full of speed-addicted schemers speeding east of slow

Through moth-teeming afterglow, outta Wexford into Wicklow

Tinahely straining into slick view.

My lot worship the widow of Loughcrew

Rolling crude oil hash, mashed with that don’t-mess-with crew

Recruited from around: Booterstown, Baltinglass, Carnew town.

Out and about chain snatching

Chainsmoking fags, downing naggins

Toppling stanchions

To kickstart customer on bouncer action

Shitly rolled joints getting ashed, Tesco back at Ballinteer

Getting her ring like a Baggins, winks back Palantir

Give him a ring, get a bag in

Backwall scramble if Gammon appear

Only takes one line of this gear, she’ll let the slag in

We’re all shook up, like J Fox’s flagon

We’re up with the foxes, some of our doxies are flagging

The stars signifiers that night time has the pox badly.