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Who's For Another Half Then

Like fruit most precious.
Our chemical connection
Is that most coveted
 

Most secret
Most wonderful
Most adventurous

A Most Wonderful adventure
Ecstatic.

For Some,
It's the music.
That you enhance
To bring such joy.
As from over yonder horizon
We see your ship ahoy.

And to modern day cathedrals
We march with fruit in hand
But none of us angelic
With our stash of contraband.

So who now do we idolize.
These four hour God's?
The chemical or the DJ.
Or the beats and big bass throb?