New Age Alchemist

Although he was a sailor in the old xebec ship La Gracia,
He saw himself as somewhat of a new age alchemist,
Mixing xanthene and xylene and different other elements,
Always determined to be something of a catalyst.
One time they thought he would set the ship on fire,
When the xenon in his room began to shine bright blue,
But the alchemist in his xaverian haircut assured them,
It was just a chemical reaction that made a beautiful hue.
So then the captain of the ship called him to his quarters,
Asking him if he’d work on other less dangerous tasks,
Running his xanthic colored fingers through a xylophone,
The alchemist nonchalantly told him simply to “relax”.
“I have studied modern cartography and xylography,
I can tell you about xiphoid and the human skeletal frame,
But the real undiscovered territory is this pseudoscience,
For in alchemy you will find new energy and true fame.
You and your sailors worry about the destinations,
Whether you’re trying find Atlantis or Xanadu,
With this discipline I will harness the power of creation,
For I am an alchemist and there is nothing you can do.”
The captain upon seeing his madness quickly pulled rank,
And later that day made the alchemist walk the plank.