Peacock Prophet

God forgive me for being opinionated For not all of us are fuchsia infactuated With that young peacock preacher Watch him puff up proud to lead her To her denim despair From the pulpit to satin’s pit You see they had a ten year affair Wow look at his ego glow Neon on ions of black pride She did a Facebook post A tell all and then she cried But her photos although damning Were like spamming The church will forgive him But not her He is a habitual fornicator A loose lip ladies leech Instead of removing him They will only lift him up And pray he keeps his gift of prophecy Despite the hypocrisy The money keeps flowing Congregation keeps growing