America, Pray For Us Poem by Francie Lynch

I'm a sinner,
Our boy's a swimmer;
Pray for us.

I crave to man handle
Lads in our sex scandal;
Pray for us.

My hub's a voyeur,
Pleads, "L'amour toujours; "
Pray for us.

We seek your affection,
Count our Sunday collection;
Pray for us.

We drink golden showers,
Are massaged for hours;
Pray for us.

On our private jet,
We fly pool boys, when wet;
Pray for us.

You don't know squat
Till you "Manage a trois; "
Pray for us.

We are rich,
And white a hell;
And richer now
That we fell.


Pray for All of Us.