All hail the pharmaceutical demigods!
The ultimate drug lords!
To the twilight tweakers
Who wrestle with the dusk and dawn.
To those who toss their sheets in the night’s
To those who, no matter how many times
They watch Bladerunner, they can’t ever
Dream of electric sheep.
Here’s to that intoxicating elixir
That even waters the Sandman’s eyes.
The winged head takes flight
Pulling the shades over the skies,
Filling the mind with starlight,
Opening those bedeviled gates.
All hail Zolpidom Tartrate!