He would show them,

The alchemist grumbled

Slaming the door on the jeering crowd

Who called his work infantile

And unimportant

Their voices of ridicule ever so loud

From all of the elements

In his possession

There was one that he had never used

If he could make something

Unseen by mankind

The crowd would be shoked, baffled and confused

They peered through the window

He labored for hours

Shielding his test tubes from their peeping eyes

Til at last when the moonlight

Fell on his cottage

The alchemist emerged with a special suprise

He held up a bottle

Seemingly quite empty

“What is it?” the crowd chimed out in reply

Said he, “tis a potion

Guaranteeing happiness

Sheer joy will be yours til the day that you die”

They didn’t ask questions

Immediate chaos

They forked over their cash for a chance at this bliss

These clear plastic bottles

Became a new movement

The sly alchemist earned some millions like this

He now was an icon

A prophet, an idol

Who had brought peace to a struggling land

The money kept coming

The man bought a palace

With the spoils of labors they could not understand

And at night he will wander

Back to his labratory

Full of empty glasses and since fulfilled dreams

He smiled at the test tubes

No elements in them

For he’d learned how to make something out of nothing