Altar Boy

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 ****s

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