Poem By Professor Poetry Hound
I saw Pope Ratzinger on TV the other day.
Now, here’s a guy who used to drive around in a
Chevy and now everyone wants to kiss his big
toe. Don’t you think it’s kind of bizarre how
certain guys get elevated to these grand pooh-
bah positions and we’re supposed to believe
they suddenly have a direct pipeline to Jesus?
Next time you see one of these muckety-mucks
walking around muttering under his breath,
deluded that he’s speaking directly to the Lord,
just let him walk on by. I think he would be
insulted if you stopped him and told him it’s just
dementia. I mean, why pee on his parade?