The Holy Roller Poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre

-Copyrighted & registed 2008 ASCAP Music/Austin-Tatious Music-(Preach-2-the-Preachers Ministries)
Dedicated to those who worship the numbers, money, influence, affluence, and holier-than-thou pragmatism that modern churches & mega-churches have eroded to.

The Holy Roller


Hey Holy-Roller, you're just too funny;
How you give that church, mountains of money.
Preacher gets money, lives high on the hog;
Feeds Filet Mignon, to his weenie-dog!

Church says 'Good Holy, gets stars in his crown; '
But, he still ignores, the homeless downtown!
He knows that bible, quotes it all the time,
Church grows richer but, they can't spare a dime!

Church got pearly gate, and a golden street,
Children face winter, in their cold, bare-feet.
Preacher's new Hummer, is So-Very-Fine,
Bag-Lady stands in, the soup-kitchen line.

That Holy-Roller, looks up t'ward the sky;
His eyes on the prize, he can't wait to die.
Saved and self-righteous, he's got it all planned,
He will play the harp, in the Angel Band.

He say's, 'cha-ri-ty, should begin at home, '
But home's a sidewalk, and my pillow's stone.
Lukewarm and wealthy, he don't understand,
'Cause he likes his head, buried in the sand.

He says 'Cut taxes! ' and 'Just end welfare! '
'No more free lunches! ' and 'No free healthcare! '
He asks, 'Why must THEY, always take and take? ...'
It's not his problem, he tells us 'Eat cake! '

He was raised poor too, he should know better,
I think I just might, write him a letter...

Dear Holy-Roller, now, for what it's worth...
Your path to Heaven, should begin on Earth.
Enjoy your Sunday-Church-Celebration,
Pray for us sinners, for our salvation.
Go pray 'til you're blue, tithe your ten percent,
But, PRIDE'S a sin too/When will you repent?

Church says 'Old Holy, gets stars in his crown; '
He LOVES ev'ry-one, long as they ain't brown!
He knows that bible, quotes it all the time,
Church grows richer, guess it's organized crime!

Church got pearly gate, and a golden street,
Children face winter, in their cold, bare-feet.
Preacher's new mansion, is on Easy Street,
Poor Mama wonders, 'What will baby eat? '

Hey Holy-Roller, you're just too funny;
How you give that church, s**t-loads of money.
Preacher takes money, lives high on the hog;
Feeds Filet Mignon, to his weenie-dog!

PS: Mr. Holy... for what it's worth...
The path to Heaven, starts right here on Earth!




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