You Can'T Win... Apr 3rd,2013 - Poem by James Bredin
Apparently some of these pedophile priests are doing fine,
They don’t have to go to the pen and walk the line,
They go to a stash house somewhere out in the woods,
Or maybe another parish far away because they’re not hoods.
But you can’t say this and you can’t say that and if you do; it’s a sin,
And you’ll go down and burn in hell and you can’t win,
We need another Martin Luther but no one will admit it yet,
That’s too controversial and they want to let the scandal set.
And death-with-dignity is definitely a mortal sin,
If the church had its way; you would be in a loony bin,
And canon law – not common law – is the rule of thumb,
Not only will you go to hell but you will be considered scum.
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