If I was a catholic, I’d be,
When speaking confession-ally
Nervously frightened
As this priest I enlightened
All about terrible me
I’d find it hard to relate
My wickedness to this prelate
Wouldn’t know where to begin
Fearing my many a sin
Would cause me a hell of a fate
So it’s good a catholic I’m not
As I hate being put on the spot
The High Holy See
Has no use for me
About me he couldn’t give squat
My way of life’s not theistic
My journey’s more realistic
It’s a really good bet
The wiser I get
I’ll secularly remain atheistic
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem