Pious Pope’s Penis

Pope’s penis is no holier
Than yours or mine

While ours are free to dig into gold mines
His penis suffers under his robes confined

It dangles there suffocated
Come rain, come shine

They charge up during the night
Ready for firing in the morning

Ours for pleasure hitting mortal targets
His in anger to bring heavens down

His is no holier but a crazier penis
Alas! Jesus won't let him use his penis

Poor papa pope, do you not suffer from
pleasure deprivations of your penis?