My Isotopic Chemosphere

The great division in the masses
brought by a ventilation of gasses,
but there's equality after the storm,
despite their hurry and hustle to scorn.

It's damn near chemical contraband,
a black market they can reprimand,
they monitor the source with idealists,
and proclaim defects with their chemists.

I breathe the darkness into my lungs
and naturally malignant cancer is sung,
and however benign that sleeps in the rest,
I take in my surroundings, and make the best.