"Hands On"

Much as I try

I’m not quite sure

What you have done wrong.

But it seems you broke

The Cardinal sin

Of groping young men with

A penchant for frocks

Rather than young boys

With miniscule cocks.

All above the age of consent

Not as if you were paying rent

But I can’t condone what you did

If…it’s not what they wanted.

But who knows what goes on

Behind your closed doors

More than praying on your knees

Sliding on polished floors.

I couldn’t care less

Where you lay your hands

It’s just the hypocracy

I can’t stand.

But I really mustn’t grumble

I was brought up with your guilt

While having a fumble.

Your double standards are shocking

Respectable gay folk

You’re always mocking

Just what did you feel like

Deep inside

Knowing you are gay

So much to hide?

Do you really imagine

You’re the only poofta in a robe

There’s thousands of you

Across the globe.

Who knows…maybe Jesus

Christ was one too?

Twelve young men in biblical fable

Breaking his bread at

The Last Supper table.

I hate you Cardinal O’Brien

Because you’re a pious two-faced Jock

Not because you want some cock.

Dulwich Poet 3^rd March 2013

(The head of the Roman Catholic Church in Scotland, Cardinal Keith O’Brien, resigned after he admitted making passes and touching young priests in the eighties. He has been a steadfast critic of gay rights)