The Papal Party
Papal defenders: how they’re pissed at me
for daring to suggest the current guy
babbles unhelpful imbecility
because he wants the media to cry,
“Oh, what a nifty pope!” Still, I let fly
with barbs directed at the papal ass.
In times like these, it does no good to lie
politely and to call your falsehoods class.
Truth is what God delights in, by the Mass–
and the truth is that all the boundless blab
that Francis blubbers, unreflective sass,
tends to put Catholic culture on a slab.
Christ goes with wine. I need a stronger liquor
in order now to tolerate his vicar.