Alchemisland

Toss back a lit match, “Whatever, G” My walks around the blocks are predatory I’m the messed up prelate, tactics military Driving whilst drunk until I mill a tree Windscreen like webs spiders leave Worried merchant needing fees Screwfacing out to sea, praying for my argosy Ague stopped me attending the odyssey Now I’m courting…

al-shaytan al-rajim Won’t be another cog in the machine Won’t be long toppling this regime

Rain outside like a supersoaker In the temple in my souped up toga Skoda I bought third hand from Minnesota Your last minute; after 30 seconds the minute’s over Mechanical flesh so my wounds get soldered Injured shoulder but on I soldier Bagging spirits in my soul jar CCTV looking at me bold like the…

Jim’ll fix it, so he has a three year old missus Cunt like that needed a few licks and blood fissures Airship Cid but I’m still vicious No casual, overly officious because I’ve got a posh mistress They’re trying to dish it out in Finglas That place has more horse than Findus Leviathan stock still…

Went from wearing rags To grabbing bags Every master I have Says that I’m a bastard toerag with no good in, who’s never glad Bagsie that, fuck a badge, modern day John Sohntag My tag is a sigil I don’t flag standing vigil Smoking fags, standing rigid The last true individual Far from a mental…