Dial a Priest.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Dial a Priest.
" Forgive me Father for I have sinned." "Go on! Confess my son." " Well, I've written down politically incorrect statements on the church, women, society in general followed by wicked, wicked thoughts on procreation methods." " If you know what I mean!" " What are these writings called?" asked the Priest. " Poetry Father." Said I. " Wait a moment please." "Son, are you there?" "I've just had a word with Mother Teresa." " Just have six Bloody Mary's and keep writing."
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10 Reviews Added on August 26, 2016 Last Updated on August 26, 2016 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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