More Confiteor

 

I came here

to this stained glass palace

seeking repentance
for my litany of vices

Sins of the flesh

and shameless excess
has always been my weakness

So off to confession I went
like the good Catholic boy I am

for the clean soul protocol

My blind priest prescribed
the same old 

blanket penitence
to absolve we usual suspects

Two Hail Fathers
and Three Our Marys later
I was good to go
to sin some more

I will drop some coin

in the collection plate tomorrow

to monetize my contrived sorrow