Paedophile Priest 2

Version 1! That sometimes happened. Version 2. Happened all the time.

Lord! I am your loving servant,

You, only, understand,

Hear my prayers, confessions too,

As I entwine my hands.

 

Twas You O Lord who gave me needs,

That must be gratified,

Molestation of young boys,

While safe, in priestly guise.

 

Thank God! You introduced me
(At such an early age)

To Jesuit Priest, Father John,

Who’s needs I did assuage!

 

Taken from my dormitory,

To his adjacent room

He gently slid pyjamas down,

Above me he did loom!

 

Yes! I was sworn to secrecy,

And God above does know.

That priestly acts are sanctified,

Well! Other boys said so!

 

So I too joined the Jesuits,

I found it very well!

Through the night, this acolyte,

Was passed from cell to cell!

 

Then came the time, well qualified,

I left the Abbey See,

To serve the Lord in Africa,

For Childrens’ Charity!

 

Dispensing food and other aid,

I soon found out, it's true,

The things a starving boy will do,

For Soap and drink and food.

 

Then back to Britain, famous now,

For good work overseas.

A faith school teacher, I’d become,

“Boarding” if you please!

 

How well I taught, St. Joseph’s School,

Scripture and biology.

Every night "Come here boy

From your dormitory!"

 

Lord taught me to manipulate,

Bully and cajole!

Secrets kept with bamboo stick,

And the fear I'd locked in souls.

Percy Green, I think it was,

Who let our secret fall.

Filled with dread at the telephone

Transmitting Bishop's call.

"Father I must see you soon.

With utmost urgency."

(Said the voice of Bishop Black

Who ruled my local See.)

I stood abject at the Bishop's desk

Melancholic, feared and wan.

Frighted winds assailed my head

As a lecture he began.

But Erasmus Black was a Jesuit.

Who at my Abbey taught.

And one of those, who loved me so,

With evil deed and thought!

"Father now, you must learn

the touch 'tween love and lust.

I send you now for counselling.

And then, win back our trust!"

He said all this with a smiling eye,

And an understanding way,

With Lordly grace upon his face 

This punishment relayed!

"More than this, I transfer you

To Ballybunnion's moors.

Those wild winds will swiftly give

Your indiscretions cures."

To Ballybunnion I did trek,

Lord! Thanks, to Bishop Black,

A new and cosy Irish home,

My life soon back on track.

First I chose the Altar Boys,

Such simple country lads.

Soon they stayed in my spare room,

"Praise heaven!  Mums and Dads."

Then the youth club! Then the choir!

I started fresh and new.

Providing me with fresh young lads

To hold, caress and view.

Now retired. Lord! Time to die?

"Oh answer one more prayer?

In your mercy, tell me now.

Are there boys for me up there."

Author's Note

Into the mind and life of a Paedophile Priest and his life. They infiltrate and strike like cobras.

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

ya know a plug nickle and the good Lord could fix this as well :)..Are there boys for me up there."...and the answer to the question is there is big boys down there.
Great job and a good use of rhyme.

[Abigail T]

Whoa. How creepy! A part of me almost wanted to laugh, but the other part of me just cringed. I really liked the rhythm of your stanzas. They were almost like a nursery rhyme, which makes it double creepy.

Very well done!

[Taylor H.]

I loved this. Not in a creepy way I promise lol I thought it was very well written.