For something intangible.

There is a toxin as you pour out your joy
You will never find it in tears or caution
if you look you will see and not see, my boy

a smile is birth, a frown is an abortion.
There are risk glands and plump fruit for your courage,
the mix is why I renamed you Albion

so, as prescribed, I never missed the dosage,
laughing now comes natural without tablets,
without cramps, without ditches, without damage.

On my way, I found no man and no droplets
in the heart of gore my teeth opened again,
the danger handed me too peas and giblets

If my nose be in dust, danger or cocaine
a quarter of me laughs as I sip the pain.

LARDO