Chiefest of Sinners
 
The rector wears a microphone
And shirt laid open at the throat;
He’s justified by faith alone,
And knows himself to be a goat.
 
Deserving only God’s contempt
Expressed in everlasting hurt,
He knows no effort can exempt
The soul of man from its desert.
 
And he, he is the worst of all,
With sins outnumbering the stars:
His anger engineered the Fall,
He coveted his neighbour’s cars.
 
Forget your Hitler and your Mao,
True evil’s at the rectory:
It studies Paul with knitted brow,
Dunking Digestives in its tea.

Scott Woodland

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