The Bishop on the radio
playing solo to an audience he cannot see
makes me
think of loneliness.
Perhaps his Holiness the Pope can keep me company
with the radio and the BBC.

This Bishop's drooling blood and guts,
damnation and hellfire
Jeez,
I'm glad that I'm not in the choir.

I find religion is like a game of chess
move a pawn and get reborn
Blessed are the knights and those other things
which turn out to be the Queens that run rings around the Kings.
Which again in turn brings me back
to the Bishop
care of Radio Shack.

Yes.
Sunday being a day of rest and recuperation
is the day we atone for the sins
of the nation.
I get down on my knees and pray,
Say dear Lord
don't punish me for being so bored with this
there's only so much bliss a man can take
please make the sermon stop.

The Bishop on the radio will never know I heard him speak
and no doubt next week he'll speak again
of eternal pain and such.
I touch the good book by my bed
and switch off the radio.
I think he's said
enough.