To A Preacher

I feel lonely when you're standing there
with bolts of lightening in your hair
An open Bible in your hand
and quotes that sound so freaking bland
You'll dance upon a grave or two
and feed the homeless dumping stew
They'll bless the very day you're Born
Again to make us all so damn forlorn
With sins that were our frantic joys
like pints of beer among the boys
You'll cast us deep into the hell
of Jesus drugs and queer tongued yell
I feel lonely when you're standing there
with Jesus dancing in your hair
He looked a little fraught today
with all those payers you chose to pray
The message sounds out loud and clear
but how I want to kick your rear
I fell lonely when you stand that way
like death in aspic all the livelong day

24-12-01
Richard Walker
Richard.K.Walker@btinternet.com

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