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Jan 2018
Woke up this morning, I was lying on the floor
The windows were all covered, bars upon the door
People came inside I said,” What is this all for?”
They said, “You need your medicine!”

After taking the medicine, I walked on down the hall
Comic book writing was all over the walls
Grandfather clock was talking with a drawl
What he said I don’t remember

I came to a room where Nuns were all tripping
The Priests were all ******, the Altar boys were sipping
I could not tell what the Bishops were all sipping
The Pope he was just lying on the floor

Went back to my room, thought it would be safe
The people there were talking about how it was too late
They said, “Come in we do not have long to wait!
He is coming before dinner!”
Written by
Donald Maher
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