Bacchante!

Three cheers for the periodic table!
Which the universe will worship instead
Of any myth or folkloric fable
From myriad imaginations dead;
By products of an overactive brain
So troubled to conceive of its own death
That it makes some ink and applies a stain
Devoted to inspiration and breath!
 
Which seemingly is a foolish act  
Where we waste our exothermic heat
Chasing phantoms and ignoring fact
With our dense intercranial meat...
 
So very neurologically thunderstruck
By a muse on a quest...to drink and fuck!