Weeds are us forgotten people
We are the outcast meek
In our day and gilded age
Only the gilded get to speak

Like old dolls  that are composite
Made of many different things
We the  meek shall  inherit nothing
Every Thing was made for Kings

Kings from Queens and other royals
Need to watch  their gilded tea
For us masses  will take it back
What belongs to you and me

Weeds for now
One if by night
Two if by sea

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