Ushers have long arms – Parishioners have deep pockets
To determine the sermon to be
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Not a donation, but a fee
Father confesses, Diocese digresses
Mommy has two hearts  –
Listen to the rhythmic pounding unmistakable beat
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Resounding and profound 
From here to St. Peter’s Square
Daddy’s heart is singular, on beat and closely held
Mommy takes the heat
Daddy takes a seat
Mommy’s Right to Choose, Mommy’s soul to lose
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Preachers preach Right to Life
But have no clue to what it’s like
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Mommy has two hearts
Daddy has none
Daddy has a free ride
He really has to run
From two villains in one body
His Ego, His Pride to survive
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Make your choice woman, the Preacher said
You made Daddy’s bed
He’s innocent of it all, it’s you must make the call
Quick decide, you’re in the Judgment Hall!
Eve was here before you, it was Adam she deceived
He was just being a man
Like we’re taught to believe
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Time is running out 
A Murderer or a Mom?
Dad won’t shed a tear
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His soul is in the clear.

Written by Gerard Ross
September 24, 2026