Alchemisland

Spliff’s a wit pilferer

But in the end

Wit’s a lead silverer;

Gold foil a pleb

Calling King Warbeck Perkin

Does not a king empurple;

It is more than jerkin and assertiveness makes a lord.

Eyes red as a sharkattack patch, or post-wristslap which veins inhabit

I am whisked back to every ungallant attack

I made because of some ape need to push back

I am sorry enough to get drunk and feel sorry

But not enough to say sorry.

Risk gentled with each whiskey sank

Let’s pretend please

That I never rang.