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Poem: 1 Star Reviews (WIP)

From the Desk of J.P.R on

This is currently a work in progress...trying to evaluate the themes and then working on the meter and vocabulary for punch. 


His face was set like stone

A grimace and a growl

I'll pray this prayer to atone

For the priests liturgical foul 


A careful examiner of the Mass

He only goes to the perfect church

Vising others with a magnifying glass

Instead of praying, he sits on a perch


He thought love was in the rubric

When it was really written on the heart

Wormwood played him a good trick

How pitiable the man in the dark


Take note you unhappy churchman 

because the imperfectly consecrated hand

Can still fan the flame 

That is meant to light the land

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