Catholic Boy


Not an alter servant or priest
Or a tax collector who wanted
To be rolled over by the faith engine.

I stood for love. That crazily stupid
Feeling that lets go of the sinful eyes.
And I will always be that stereotypical catholic
Who waited till marriage,
To be that cheat, who copied from instinct,
The ageless transaction

Of how to use the pinion,
I always knew I had.