God Bless the Hypocrites By S. A. David

We pray the rosary more
We finger the subha, five in daily
We read the ‘ble and ‘ran like we own it
We, yet, steal more

We do the crusades and vigils
We sleep in the ‘sques
We bridle our lips in public
We, still, do the French kiss in private

We churn out the offerings
We lavish out the alms
We clothe the destitute
We, yet, loot the treasury

We preach three and sixteen
We read the entire fortress
We wear it, labels and trademarks
We, still, practice not the preachings

We love God on the pulpit
We praise God in the ‘mple
We submit to God in the ‘sque
We, yet, are hypocrites in our closets

We preach the fourth law
We, yet, curse our presidents
We recite the fifth command
We, still, kill our opponents

We know the sixth
We, yet, masturbate on their wives
We stick the seventh to our doors
We, still, loot the mints

God is merciful
God is love
God is kind
God bless the hypocrites