Guardians of faith and culture

with their virtues on parade

Circling like the vulture

Supervise the charade

Priggish scolds of contorted faces

condemn the unclean horde

Congregate only in the places

those sinners can’t afford

Though the one that they call Master

would with whores and harlots dine

they find it utter disaster

to be seated with such swine

To preserve the body untainted

they keep their vestries neat

And they’re sure they will be sainted

even if they have to cheat