If I assure a frantic conductor “everything’ll be okay”
while shoveling coal into the roaring firebox
of a momentous train
Will you crown me
What if I wave the flag of a freedom-fighter
and shout slogans from mothers charged
with unsought fruits
Will you crown me
No silk nor muslin shall muzzle this trap
while I stump on fracturing nerves
for god-given rights Of course
Now crown me
A rollercoaster must go down to shoot up
So find your own seat belt while I buckle up
as we chug toward that gaping ravine
You’ll thank me
after we Thelma & Louise to a higher calling
sans a Thelma or a Louise Not even a Wilma
or a Betty ‘cause 72 virgins await
Oops wrong orthodoxy
I’ll never admit in public but we share interests
Oh they allow vaccines Never mind
More gold-dust stars for me
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