We make rare appearances on public stages of our choosing.
Why bother much when the enemy fumbles, always losing?
Drunk in power from endless boozing, they stumble over, we find it amusing.
As veterans we are, we find it confusing.
Strike one, strike two, and the third is more – than merely bruising.
Onward we go, we’re simply cruising.
The Alchemist is here, Gold is oozing.
*O’ Michael Gabagas (OMG)*