A reflux in 12 molar HCl
Carefully watched for a frothing,
Painstakingly drained from the reactor,
To strip down and scrub off that gross thing.
My bosses, I tried please believe me,
I’m doing my best as you insist,
I’m ashamed of the material I burned through,
I’m ashamed of the deadlines we missed.
But if you could just see the beauty,
These things I could never describe,
These pleasures of process perfection,
This is my one lucky prize.
refrain: Product isolation…
My apologies to Joy Division