Alchemisland

Evil screed, sinful priest ingests the seed Something lost in the reeds outside Thebes I hear Djinn screaming from the East’s teeming sands Claw-handed demons ag scríobh reaching out Hearing speech, too late to pull out Planchette spinning like a ketted head Communicating with the wise dead.

If drugs go missing, I know it’s not because of the Borrowers If I have a mole in my operation, I ban all burrowers from the grow Funds held in escrow until the drugboats show For now, I’m wearing a mask Mexican parade, whilst frying on acid Pull into Texaco, pumping until the dial smacks…

What I write so outrageous I have to tear out the page Outbid for the house sale Get out, rid us of your view Don’t ridicule your granny’s religious views while we eat food Need little and less of what you’re selling My cellar floor still settling, powder looks like pepper Methylene, a meth dream…

Hit you with a flattener Damage your piss cannon  The mixer exotic Fanta  Mixture’s other half vodka store brand  I’m sticking to the cans Ah lads.