Wednesday
will probably be sooty and sunny so the smear won’t run
The
pope announced his ‘elective’ early retirement to the world this morning
Mumbled
something to the cardinals in mass in Latin
Half
of them did not even register the language
Bad
news from corporate put it out on Friday afternoon,
Bad
news from the Vatican put it out on Monday morning after the Sunday tithes
Days
before Lent, the season of forgiveness
Press
release says he is ‘old,’ What ‘priest’ is not going to want
That
transcendent handshake with Saint Peter at the gates?
“Hey
bud, I was your place-holder on Earth, I was Pope, put me in the special line.
Straight
up pimp to J.C. with the endless bowl of meatballs and coverall tunics.”
St.
Pete will be like, “Nah Joe you were Pope, I got Ray Jay now.
You
quit a month before you croaked, so instead of the special line, you can umm,
come
and talk in this office about those files you kept from the world about the
penises
in the sphincters of deaf children and school after school
of
praying the sin away.” Yeah retiring for health reasons
The
gilded toilets and bedazzled Vatican latrines
The
toilet paper made out of aborted fetus skin wiping the feces of the pope
The
boy-men hand-maids to do the immaculate cleansing through the forest
Of
old-man ass hair on bended knee, body in hand
We
care about all life, oh yeah the living especially the living
Talking
point remember the living
No
condoms, better with the Aids, just don’t insert penis in vagina
My
God says only in a marriage, only in a marriage
Bought
an island put all the sinner-priests on there
No
wait put ‘em up in Vatican city, give him servants and let them pray
They
are not men, these are priests! What
were we thinking?
Oh,
the billions! The billions of giving to Caesar what is Caesar’s and to God what
is God’s
A
statehood granted by fascists, Mussolini made proud to the hymn of Woody’s
guitar
Like
a vampire stake or holy water sprinkle, held like a firehouse
In
old Rome the firemen were the richest extortionists,
Pay
protection money or we’ll burn you down
Burning,
burning Rome is burning
Out
in the darkness, this is the way religion dies in the truth coming with the
sunrise
The
people reclaiming goodness from the financiers, no commodity market on morality
Owned
more free than the air in white smoke from elected chimneys
The
square is brimming for God to speak and the balcony has always been empty
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