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The Bishop Speaks of Lent as Basic Training
“Rise and shine and greet the new day, * *s!”
“Roll your socks to look like little ps!”
“Byda leff, byda leff, byda leff right leff…!”
“Shoulder-fired, gas-operated, semi-automatic…!”
“My gramma was slow but she was old!”
“SIR! I am a cockroach, SIR! Cockroach, SIR!”
“Don’t let your piece fall to the -* deck!”
“Get up! You ain’t got permission to faint today!”
“You call this clean!? My ’s cleaner than that!”
“You don’t * until I tell you to *!”
“Step over that * son-of-a-*;
I didn’t give no one permission to die!”
And the ancient liturgical El chant:
“This is my rifle; this is my gun!
This is for fighting; this is for fun!”
His Grace speaks of Lent as recruit training -
Maybe, with a nice white wine and the dover sole
If not the soul,
He thought that up in his first-class from Rome
I say we need to nuke all military metaphors and similes! (irony, eh)
The formatting has removed many of the asterisks I employed as substitutes for foul language, has italicized lines that are not in the poem as written or entered, and has flung in some bold print that, again, is not as written.
As Admiral *** says in UP THE DOWN STAIRCASE, "Let it be a challenge to you."
