Fuck you,
Yes you Mrs Robinson.
We listened to your high brow
High road, I love the sinner;
Hate the sin platitudes.
I sat before you, your hand,
Resting on not one
But two bibles!
Fresh and as relevant as
Today’s newspaper.
You ranted,
I listened,
To your racist, sectarian
hate filled moral potty mouth.
Was there no one you didn’t paint
With that weary old Whitehouse brush.
Teenagers, now that was a good one.
You in your black leathers, and ‘oh
I wouldn’t touch those Free Presbyterians
With a barge pole, bless them”
However, that young man,
Well his yard of teen age filth,
Was another matter entirely.
Your fall from grace, or into
Madness, who can say, was
Hard, brutal, anguished. So,
Now you know, a little
Of how it feels. I for one,
neither love or forgive the sinner.
In your own words;
You disgust me.
Fuck you,
Yes you Mrs Robinson.
Yes! Yes, THiS needed to be said and heard.