They fuck you up, the Catholic Church

They fuck you up,
the Catholic Church.
They mean to too,
you know they do,
indeed you do.

They fill you up
with the fears they have,
the bile,
the hate,
the insecurity.

And then add some extra
just for you,
you know they do,
indeed you do.

But they are fucked up,
this you know,
by their own fools
in lace and coats
and floppy hats.

And who half the time
wear barbed-wire drawers,
and have at one another’s throats.

They mess with minds
terrifically,
these missionaries
of misery

They fuck you up,
the Catholic Church.
They mean to too,
you know they do,
indeed you do.

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With more than a nod to Philip Larkin