Mindless piety makes me slightly ill.
Forebear to pucker and chide like casuists.
Let your light be light. Empty the till
that is your mouth of the rant of evangelists.
Mindless piety makes me slightly ill.
And goodness too is cloying, unless you mix
it with surprise. Let merriment circumscribe
your good deeds. And do not mount the crucifix
to wine with Jesus. Better just to imbibe.
Mindless piety makes me slightly ill