the pope does not smoke dope … even if he should.

y’know the one thing i found impressive and compelling about that previous pope,was how he hung on for dear life. he was clinging to the pulpit with hardly a pulse,so at least he had the courage of his convictions.. where as this recent cockblocker,he’s gone off hooky, just cause he’s feeling worn down by all the fresh mess around him.

now that’s understandable for the everyday coffin dodger, but if you’re strident enough in your mind to be telling a raped girl she can’t have a termination,

or that condoms are off the menu,when the people of the world need to get their heads around safer sex,

or that somehow all the amazing stem cell science is wrong,

or that me bumping my bellend against those nice old retired sergeant majors with handle bar moustaches is also wrong, you can’t slip off so easily…

get back up on your big old varnished pulpit mister, and get preaching until it’s drained the very last breath out of you, and don’t come back down unless you can admit loud and clear that it’s all been a complete and utter load of heavy metal bollox.

i am quite proud of this song i wrote. it hoses down all notions of false and over egged displays of high moral fibre.