Poem about Hypocrites in Catholic Seminary

To the Seminary Queens

A bit of pissed-off Skeltonic verse from a recovering Catholic.

Fuck-all hallows,
Sons of mallows
Ginned by pinked
Hands hoodwinked
Into Labor, whose kink
Of choice is mink
Or chalices or Chasubles
Or chastity’s valuables
Pressed back
(Between your crack),
Your paranoiac
Prayers sung
Sing-song, clung
To crosses hung
Before you (dung)
To chide your hide…
-ing, heavy-weight, teary-eyed
Tormenting mind
Alust to be wide
On wild rides,
Leaning o’er bedsides
To become undignified —
You quiet creep,
I see you weep
In humbled reverie
For whatever He
As Godhead wills
(Ne’er measured in bills),
So long as it ain’t breaking

Silence.

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Writer, painter, fencing coach, and amateur banjo player. Ask me anything about poetry writing and philosophy — always love to think I might be some help.

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PrestonLosack

PrestonLosack

Writer, painter, fencing coach, and amateur banjo player. Ask me anything about poetry writing and philosophy — always love to think I might be some help.