The scallywag pawns build their spliffs in the dark alley

Ruining the mind and the foray of a foolish sally

Knowing they are doing wrong doesn’t help

They talk at length to the rising Skelp

Who loves them enough to talk with them

About death’s door and the gate of heaven

Come out of the shadows and into the light

Let no more the enemy fright

So that you indulge in the risky business

Of this world’s scandals and opportune wiseness

Weary traveller, all though still so young at heart

Pierce through the gloom of deaths smart.