A monk with a hard-on
And a lavender robe
That scratches his thighs
Through the hat that he strode
As he follows a path
Filled with every desire
And mimics his footsteps
And sets his prayers on fire.
Well I too have chosen
That which left no choice
To sing without loving,
A solitary voice,
To observe with passion
Each careful denial:
The protrusions which give my life meaning
For a while.
Sometimes I see you in berries and weeds
You`re brushing your teeth with liquorice seeds
Standing too close,
Pulling your clothes,
Smiling at God
And the meaning of life grows.
No and I`ll never tell
And I`ll never know
What candles you light
After the show
And I`ll never tell,
And I`ll never ask
The meaning of life after mass.
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