A Whacko Sonnet: There’s nothing like religion made of crass

There’s nothing like religion made of crass

[Based on two items from yesterday’s news.]

There’s nothing like religion made of crass

Stupidity and ignorance, unless

You add some mental illness to surpass

The superstitious, ordinary mess.

Now take for instance someone who loses

Her grip on her communion wafer, lets

It fall and gets it dirty.  It oozes

Brown—then red!  The Polish priesthood soon gets

The notion that it’s Jesus’ heart come down.

Another worshiper plucks out his eyes

Coz Jesus told him to.  This crazy one

Waits just until he sees the chalice rise

And then there’s blood enough to please a nun.

The space between the altar and the pew

    Is filled with holy, gory eye-hole goo.