As Seen From the Balcony

I used the royal We
To take a standing piss
Upon the Holy See.
All bargains now unkissed,
We showed the all-isms
All the many I-isms
And just how wee their were-isms
Came to finally be:
The sacrosanct a chamber pot
The blood of Christ a drying clot
While children sang the Magnificat
In holy lands across the sea.

He fed Us at his banquet eating table
Perpetuated a stifling fable
A waving thousand-armed atrocity.
But We trimmed away the adiposity
Had a pleasant piss on the faith-built lawn
Once his banner over Us was gone.