Perplexed!

Don’t you know?

It’s quite clear

I see it written here

I say, read more often dear

I read the book, and I was told

That thousands in his fold

Would tell that story bold

Join and fit the mould

The man in Rome

Got it from the catacomb

Goes through it with a fine tooth comb

Every day in Latin tone

Infallibility he claims

To keep his flock in chains

Not sinister his aims

Save them from Hindus or the Jains

And those in temples not of his

Not shy that book to kiss

But his omnipresence miss

Up the wrong tree piss

So much bitterness and hurt

Fighting words and slinging dirt

With disaster they do flirt

The wisdom of the Lord to court

Not bereft of where to find

For you the wisdom if they’re kind

To find their own, be in a bind

Tell them all kiss my behind!

05/09/2007