As I sit in church,

And stare at the Saints.

I tried to be a good boy,

But knowing that I ain't.

I broke the candles,

And swallowed my gum,

I made fun of the priests,

And put tacks on the seats of the nuns.

When I was an altar boy,

I drank lots of wine.

The priests couldn't figure out,

Why I didn't walk a straight line.

I sat in the back of the class,

I burped and made noise,

The nun didn't see me,

So she blamed the other boys.

I ran after the cute girls,

And pulled their hair.

I hid in the janitor's closet,

They couldn't find me anywhere.

The nuns yelled at me,

And said I would face damnation.

What the hell were they talking about,

What the hell was I facin'?

I even stuffed the toilets,

And I spit on the floor.

Please God forgive me,

I promise not to do these things anymore.

Robert L. Macchia

3/5/00 ©2000

BobEmaKK@aol.com

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