He won’t be waving weakly in a silly pointy hat;
His tootsies won’t be kissed by priests – he’s had enough of that.
He won’t be at his window in a fancy, sparkly chair;
At dinner time, it’s someone else’s turn for the Lord’s Prayer;
He won’t be passing laws regarding rubber prophylactics,
He won’t be hiding rapists using lame religious tactics,
He won’t be fleecing millions from the gullible devout;
I hope the Holy Door hits papal arse on his way out.