It’s easy to feel a little woke,
just after you’ve taken a toke.

To feel as if God spoke,
as if you’re the only one in on the joke,
as if you hold a beautiful truth, a fire to stoke.

Thus beseeched, you spread the message under religion’s cloak.

‘This is what you should do before you croak.’
‘This is how you should treat the downtrodden and the broke.’
‘And this is how a lady should treat her bloke.’