“The Hoopla.”

Everything stops when you’re in the room
Even when you’re in the room in my head.

All ears, eyes and all my affection is on you
In all your perfection, I am at attention.

This will not deviate as I inch toward the grave
In this progression, my only succession is to draw closer to you.

When I come before your throne I do only  your bidding
Grant me your command, for I am at your right hand.

There is none like you and there never will be
For your sake, I hope the hoopla never dies.

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