Altar Boy

A monk with a hard-on

And a lavender robe

That scratches his thighs

Through the hat that he strode

As he follows a path

Filled with every desire

And mimics his footsteps

And sets his prayers on fire

Well I too have chosen

That which left no choice

To sing without loving

A solitary voice

To observe with passion

Each careful denial

The protrusions which give my

Life meaning for a while

Sometimes I see you

In berries and weeds

You're brushing your teeth

With liquorice seeds

Standing too close

Pulling your clothes

Smiling at God

And the meaning of life grows

No and I'll never tell

And I'll never know

What candles you light

After the show

And I'll never tell

And I'll never ask

The meaning of life after mass