A Fat Priest (poem)

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A fat priest drives into Fr. McDonald's 
 

His order, an act of contrition-- 

Hoping to spend his indulgences on hamburgers and 

          and pop;

Confessing nothing, he is forgiven

             everything. As he eats

his heart out, crumbs fall 

          through the gaps in his teeth,

tumbling down to be imprisoned

          in his unkempt, Yellow'd,

golden whiskers. 

 

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