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The Inorganic Chemist
(A sort of a beat poem in response to Lucy and BB's posts)

Gas chromographs, carbon analysers,
thermogravimetric analysers, and
time
of 
flight
mass spectrometres.

The periodic table is his delight.
Mendeleev a hero.
Words like 'chemical free'
and 'organic' mean zero...

"Ultimately nothing is chemical free.
The word 'organic',
used as a marketing tool
to hike up a fee.

Homeopathy is h2o
sold by a charlatan.
Dilute a substance 10,000 times with water
and the result is.....
water!"

Through desert to mine site,
he moves in a world 
that is modern and old,
of iron, dirt and gold.

Home, he walks in
with the odour of metal and heat.
Red dust covers, skin
 boots, bag
and
feet.
                                  
Clients call
and chemical analysis
streams
down
the
hall.
         
Phone calls too from
nephews and nieces,
homework queries
that have
them in pieces. 

For a change of pace
he plays a trombone,
brews
 C8 H10 N4 O2,
reviews films
and builds rockets
when home.

ALCHEMIST.


For a much better example of a beat poem go here 
(WARNING- some strong language) and listen to Tim Minchin.

(click on highlighted text for info)