Violence In Church - Poem by Bob Gibson
I didn't want to go to work, my eyes were black an blue
the Forman said to me, what the hell happened to you!
I said it was religion, I'm never going back!
the violence and the swearing and the resultant fist attack!
Ok! your late! tell me your tale of woe!
Forman! you got to believe me, and I'll tell it slow
this woman in the pew in front, her dress crimped in her bum
I thought I'd help her out, so I pulled it with my thumb
she turned around and smacked me, my eye it felt so sore
so I sat there through the sermon and headed for the door
that night my mate and me went to evening prayer
we all stood up to sing a song, but that lady she was there!
my mate saw her dress, it was crimped into her bum
so he reached and pulled it out again he did what I had done!
But! I knew! she did not like this, so I pushed it back again
it was then she turned around and it was then i felt the pain!
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