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No smoke without mirrors
by Laura DoomThe Church, or rather
the congregation of churches
would have me believe
that faith is a no-brainer.
In rhetorical terms
this can be expressed
in the form of a question:
does the Pope fart?
It has been said that God
speaks through the Pope;
but is the pontiff's mouth
the sole celestial medium?
My question is:
when the Pope farts
what does it signify?
A feast whose digestion
begets divine expiration?
One thing is certain; though
by some unearthly miracle
the Catholic Church becomes
inordinately catholic, I will
never pass as a papal candidate.
If pressed, my flatus-free
status might be dropped
unceremoniously. However
one intractable impediment
remains, a flaw that puts
poetic flatulence to shame:
spiritual halitosis. 03/14/2013 Posted on 03/14/2013
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/15/13 at 03:17 PM The Catholic Church is fascinating to watch in all its beauty, traditions, and many, many human warts. "spiritual halitosis" is a phrase I quite like. At least in this day it is harder to hide the sins. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/15/13 at 11:33 PM Clever, thought provoking piece to be sure, in light of recent events. I've learned from an inside source that the pope does indeed fart, and enjoys them very much...as much as we do. As I'm sometimes prone to say, we all have to sit on toilet seats...some made of plastic...others wood, yet still others, gold, but in the end they all still serve the same process. :) |
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