Two wives, he ditched ’em
He ditched ’em to screw
His mistress honeys.
The lengths that he will go to
To win the biggest prize
Are never up.

Ain’t yet a new-borner;
He’s an around shop guy,
Choosing a religion.
Guy has been through a few,
As he has been with choosin’
His wives, his shtups, and such.
By now he’s had enough?

His à la carte now is Cath’lic;
The Pope is his latest thing
Who sits on his throne so high.

Married his mistress
Who was in the power
Of the church of confessions.
So he came into her purview
After banging her for years. . .uncool
As per the Roman touch:
Not wife—no shtup.

First Lutheran
And then Baptist, a tinge of uncertainty
And now a Catholic
Who gets down on his knees; fails
To get voters to him to come.
Flailing around,
This guy is too much.

Went from Lutheran to Baptist,
Now Catholic is his thing.
What next is he gonna try?

What will be the next scheme
After his blown dream?

Few folks in his corner,
Though he hogs the spotlight.
Choosing a religion
As he chooses smooches
May be one reason that he blew it,
Plus he says way too much
His maw should be taped shut.

So where will he go from Cath’lic—
Try the Buddhist thing?
As round as Buddha is this guy

But join the Islam team—
Fie, fie, fie, fie!
Would be too extreme
To extreme.
Manichean?