I am Dolores
Secretary to the boss' firstborn
With whom you wake intertwined
Without whose leaning your shoulder feels lonely
Dolores the Tired
Walking the rapids upstream watching the rainclouds gather
Ready at a moment's notice to give up
I am also Felicia
Spiritual advisor to countless millions
With whom Johnny Carson sits back in awe
Without whose teachings the world would be in a sorry state
Felicia the Magnificent
Carried through the streets triumphant watching the flowers bloom
Ready at a moment's notice to take command
And you know what? You are my consort
You were on the cover of Time last week