Alli-Sins
The Scribe wrote on his posting slate
And posted for all to see
"If faith's anew' then why don't you
All come to mass with me?"
And one replied, "Can't go inside
For long have I feared the worst
For much I've scoffed and pissed Him off
And into flames I'll burst.
Or maybe I never really thought
That any harm could come
But I'll err on the side of being sure
And with the priests, stay mum.
But I'll tell you a sin or two
Though imagined or real they be
And whether they're lies or super-size
My conscience can be set free.
So rub-a-dub-dub come hop in my tub
And I'll tell you my Alli-Sins
'Bout whips and chains and walking canes
And a few more ... just for shits and grins.
But what I must confess is that I obsess
'Bout hockey pucks hidden in tins
And I dream at night of parks all white
And that one of the Cooler Crew wins!
Now I'm done confessing so please give me your blessing
I've gotten it all off my chest
Super-size or with fries I've my eyes on the prize
Just let me get on with my quest."