"Pews"
Yes I am the one they talk of
Me, notorious in the queue
My reputation is put out there
Spoken of by those who often do
For sure, it's of me that they talk
Those bags who whisper in their pews
You must have heard from them mention
Of their stories, tales, and reviews
Please, don't listen to what they've said
Those old bats who lack any clues
They've not done me any justice
They still have yet to pay their dues
If they tell you that I am wild
I guess that could be somewhat true
But they haven't explained at all
How that is relevant to you
Do not let them keep you from me
The guards, lions that prowl with rue
They wish to keep us separate
That's why they paint me in bad hue
It's because I'm independent
That my infamy did accrue
How they do fear sharp minds like ours
That stand apart from their foul crew
I need to reach you urgently
Before their words can sit and stew
You just cannot believe those lies
The slants and facts they've turned askew
Love, let us come together now
A rare bond to form something new
We'll soar before the salt sinners
And then proudly bid them adieu
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