bad priest

if I were a priest
I’d be a bad priest
and run a little card school
round the back

with a fag taped to my mouth
I’d shout my poems out
and give a ghastly time
to the devout

and in between these scenes
just for the old regime
I’d stand up there and tell
a pack of lies

but I’d give them all a drink
throw in the kitchen sink
with love –
no better priest about