Tag: mass

• Edicts of Saint Benedict the germaphobe

  St Benedict’s edicts  Whom time repealed  Archaic, mayhaps draconian  Strictures governing shoe removal And hand hygiene amongst priests Whom breaded flesh grasp leavened Glory uproarious during the offertory Droning gospels like distant hornets Before the monstrance Iconic Ur-consciousness  Golden incense censers furling Redolent furlongs afar Farflung by Boreas, well-lunged.

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  10th Jul 2024

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• Today’s Sermon

  They fidget on pews The Lord’s body abused My church of good news Easy accrues a mill views Even my food is loot My amuse bouche Cost more than your shoes They have loose lips these louche gits Money hand over fist, well equipped Well corrupt, into publics dipped More hoverers than a fly strip…

  alchemisland

  3rd May 2024

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