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