When pontiff bade – “Padres! Be Celibate!”
Was not it meant, downright!
Why then not, Holy Joes masturbate
For their lechery’s appetite!
Why tots are, guinea pigs for them
For their, debauched experiments
Baptized in the blood, of Bethlehem
Who preach us, trampled Testaments!
They cherish cherubs, for their rumps
Look thru, their bleeding scars
And hurl their souls, down in the dumps
In pompous piety’s bazaars!
Impotent Pope, can’t help, but bewail
His Heaven’s Kingdom, lost to rust
Both faith and sin, are up for sale
In the sanctum of, The Divine Lust!
© 2018 Vikas Chandra