Stoichiometry

I’d rather saw the Au hoop off my finger

Instead, I hear it clink to the floor again

A string of electrons seals my singer

Each morsel of fuel is an electron again

I would much rather see the Ag button struggle and pop

Instead, I weave it through a belt loop again

Centrifugation won’t separate my bitter backdrop

Each missed C6H12O6 welcomes numbness again