they will see you, court you, draft you
and then
who knows how they will place you on the prayer wheel
I died of sugar shock
and they fed my corpse ice cream
I did not know
how to wake them up
and they figured
it wouldn't hurt
So what do I do, when it's my turn?
I show my ticket at the door, but still
will it be enough?
if I lean toward you
when it's over
will you say I look sexy when I'm humble?
Your Beloved
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