The doctrine of the Pharisees was bad.
O ye who read my words, don’t gainsay that!
But, quite aside from that, I find it sad
That some mere self-appointed autocrat
Who has the backwards attitude down pat
Can’t even make it eloquent and sly.
Mouth overflowing with cerebral fat,
He makes it lame and dull. Hey, what a guy!
The throbbing essence of that ancient lie
Indeed is now what animates his frame.
His bogus preaching, though, just doesn’t fly.
He’s in the game but cannot play the game.
To contradict his nonsense, vain and tired,
No savior in the Temple is required.