It's the path to righteousness Put a five dollar bill in the plate Then be as iniquitous as you like And your life will turn out great. Put in a buck or two, maybe more It's a method known since 1147 In an urchin's hand and you score. Anyone can buy their way into heaven.
It's the fake as hell, flaky as well Bend and stretch Holiness Twist. Do what you like, namecall a **** Cleanse with a twist of your wrist. Donate a dime, go commit a crime To church Sunday, be Jesus kissed Suddenly resurrected, sins deflected You're an ace at the Holiness Twist.
Appearances are most important In the big holiness game of life. You have to have the big house The big car and flashy wife. You have to have the perfect lawn With the current rage of shrubs. You have to wear the right clothes And belong to the right clubs.
But the biggest thing to accomplish To keep from seeming totally odd Is you have to have the right and Obvious choice for your god. It has to be the right kind of stuff; It can't be Eastern unless it started Back when there were miracles Like when the waters parted.
It's the fake as hell, flaky as well Bend and stretch Holiness Twist. Do want you like, namecall a **** Cleanse with a twist of your wrist. Donate a dime, go commit a crime; In church Sunday, be Jesus kissed Suddenly resurrected, sins deflected You're an ace at the Holiness Twist.
This was triggered by Paul Gaffney's feedback to another of my poems. Thanks, Paul!