I sinned away,
put in many marks my member.
Didn’t atone.
They then got me winnowed from the priestly show.
I’m a fallen cleric, hounded where I go.

I am defrocked;
I am exilin’.

Behind walls
I bored altar boys nightly.
No nuns I’d penetrate.
I offered phony friendship, spend-wicking my game.
I had to do it; I could not abstain.

So I’m defrocked
for my defilin’.

Still frocked I loved
many boys, then many more.
Went creeping through dormitories.
Then I disturbed the slumber of wee ones…got inside.
So much cleric love that for years did abide.

Then church took stock;
payoffs were pilin’.

Used the good book
as a rationale for my sex sprees.
For years, shielded were we harmers.
Writhing in boys’ rooms, underneath the moon.
I touched ’em much; Vatican succored me.

So I’m defrocked;
Pope’s givin’ smile spin.

In a frock I caused pain
for a lot of little guys.