Seated in your cortex
You are excused for a time
By molecules of destiny--

Hallelujah.

Mr. Crowley,
Wyrd and wonderful
Mr. Feynman
Precise, boisterous, and exquisite
***** Wonka,
Pay him a visit.

Because I've got a golden ticket.

Encased by the left and right,
Hanging down in particular symmetry
Operate that scintillating organism!
Humming with treasured melody

Thanks for your music,
and who knows why?
Good fortune is here,
But don't worry, darling

It will all be washed away.