Ultra Lord Lets Go / Clean Sheen

Found my Ultra polished Lord 
Reflecting light like Sheen 
& means finally I Am clean 
öF §ins, committed by Him 
Whö got called too early 
Filling Me with worries 
Far beyond! Whö anyone 
Should be considering 
So, sending Him over 
Edge of N§anity, oh 
What Calamity! For 
The crying chorus 
Echoes eternally 
Whenever trying 
To ignore them 
Then, pouring 
Dry prosecco 
& pretend I 
Am N 1920s 
Speakeasy 
Art Deco 
Styling 
So old 
As He 
Lets 
Him 
Go 
☯