Refined
I look in the mirror
And imagine what I could be.
I picture a crown without tears.
I see silver veins coursing through me.
Refined gold is what I bleed.
My tears are titanium.
I eat copper like wheat.
Yumm radium.
Iron and Steel are sweet.
I like my Cobolt well done.
Aluminum is always a treat.
But the nickle and magnesium,
are as tender as concrete.
Copyright © Christopher Rodriguez | Year Posted 2022
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