A Jesuit pope titled Francis
Suspected of horrible stances—
Did he, as some feared,
Abide “disappeared”?
And yet Argentina prances?
A celibate priest with an ache
(Unholy, but shrewdly a fake)
That molests a child,
His vows all defiled,
Should promptly be burned at the stake!
All men can be roused to the bone,
Including those priests who intone.
So let them bed wives
To tend to their drives.
Perhaps they’ll leave children alone.
These churches dependent on tithes
Should trim out their priesthood with scythes.
Those funds we donate
To charity’s plate
Are paid out to victims that writhe.
This wafer is Jesus’s flesh;
This wine is his blood, though quite fresh.
Deny it, then dwell
In fiery hell.
In old times you’d be put to death.
Religion’s a strange human trait;
They promise to mend human’s fate.
But thought must confess
This costumed business
Is merely a mass opiate.
(3/17/13)