Perhaps Malachy got it right
After all,
Ain’t no smoke without fire.
Black smoke, white smoke
It’s the same old funeral pyre
Except for the new attire.
Throw another log on the fire Papa.
I see you are still dressed
In your own self interest,
Which the banks pay handsomely
While processing your laundry.
So! ‘Panzer Kardinal’
With your ‘Humanae Vitae’
That confines women so well
Who will do your dirty laundry?
Or will you also
Hang it on a bungee
Beneath another bridge.
You who claimed
It was less than one percent
Of priests that little children bent
With their evil lustful intent.
Will you continue?
To bleed the priesthood white,
Like the other German
Who believed he was right.
Well! Mister straight and narrow,
Who’s next?
To feel your zealots arrow.
What’s it to be,
Promotion for silence
Or disposal by violence.
You! Of absolutist spiritual stance
How will you make the world dance?