E Poem - The Cardinal

A fat prelate in purples
Dining without scruples

Orange sauce on his pink duck
He doesn't give a fuck

The portly priest doesn't even sigh
At a bill so many Lire high

Meat in jaws, ready to swallow
Morals much too shallow

Oh to drill fresh water wells in the muck
For the price of one fat duck

Fuck India and places like that

Donning his brimmed red hat
He retires for a good nights rest

Before the routine morning jest
Of feasting further on the alter

Believing his morals never falter

The poor are always with us

Ignorant hypocrisy is the curse

MWC
10.10.'98