Hours upon hours
Enslaved in the basement
turned laboratory
Dedicated to details
Dying to discover

The next big thing
But no one seemed to care
They didn’t understand
The simple solutions
The refined sciences

His blood, sweat and tears
Went into the work
Creating metallics
Turning them to gold
Hard earned labor

But it didn’t pay off
The results were bad
Catastrophic..
He was no inventor
but a berate idealist

Their ignorance
Angered him
All that work
All for nothing
They would all pay

Chemicals altered
Solutions tested
Mass explosions
A poor man’s Midas
Using gold as poison