Sunday Morning
Dad wears a suit for worshipping,
Mum wears a silly hat,
But, when it’s time to stand and sing,
They belt out hymns like anything.
This is the Church of Christ the King.
I like the sound of that.
But Christ the Sufferer is less
Convenient to my mind.
I suffer too, and I confess
My Christian charity’s a mess.
My enemies I cannot bless,
When they are so unkind.
O Gentle Jesus, hear my prayer.
They drive me up the wall,
They make me piss my underwear,
I need to kill them all.
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