I watch you sit and talk with family To plan goodbyes and farewells for a friend. You seem to view this day as a party For faith, instead of life come to an end.
We wish to send him off with family love, With humour, smiles, and jokes for memories’ sake. But you would have your sermon take most of The focus from our loved one at his wake.
For though a man of faith and trust in God, His greater love was that for wife and kids. So read your sermons, tout your holy squad, As truer memories bring tears to our lids.
Dear Dickhead in a Dog Collar, you are A pompous priest — you’re not a movie star.