Bishop Bly <br />His sanctimonious condescending bible quoting lecturing continued <br />Even after he had been caught with his trousers down around his knees <br />And his fingers smelling of his own wasted seminal fluid spiked with fruitless seed <br />He preached of forgiveness from an open book in that he might be forgiven <br />He ranted and spoke in tongues in that he might and we might be all be saved <br />But he did not change or waver his blasphemed ways <br /> As his blessed message of redemption continued…. <br />And the children…. all of whom looked to him for answers <br />Found not one which had not come <br />Cloaked with sin…. <br />Deliver us Lord from evil.... <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harpooned-from-the-pulpit-by-bishop-bly/
