Nickel Cobalt and Chrome
Within their luster do the alchemists roam
To feed on the free mind
And captivate all of God's kind
To play Ping-Pong with metal in a computer
Be it a molecular mimic
Or an element itself to make sick
Ingested, inhaled, or absorbed
Matters not to one so absurd
To fry the brain which does contain the Word to neuter
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