Dearly Beloved

I want to hold you
I want to hold you like a human shield
Somebody sold you
So now you’re pressed to me:
you’re my accessory.

Fashion is gold, too,
when it’s a profitable degree revealed,
so the deplorables knew
I’m what’s best to be –
you’re my accessory.

And when it’s all due –
they’re gonna come through YOU to get to ME –
that’s when you’ll find out you’re dead to me,
as I melt away like smoke.

I should’ve told you –
Ere ends my party too soon, you’re all,
Just fine to be at your funeral,
So long as I’m the one
that’s WOKE,
WOKE,
WOKE.
I will be WOKE,
WOKE,
WOKE,

WOKE.

I want to hold you –
I want to hold you like a human shield –
And then I’ll fold you
For the next divine soiree.
Dearly beloved:
We are gathered here…

Today.

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