The voice at the box had finally lost Years of frustration in a drunk night of pa**ion And declared in confession To the nearest professional Guilt control know it all: "For once all my pride was illusion A false self exclusion From pleasures so vast they can hardly be named." And was told in a cold voice "You should feel ashamed! "The church knows its business and needs the control Of the body in order to manage the soul. Sexual freedom destroys any faith In a church that says freedom begins at the grave, So we frown on the physical and ban contraception, Abortion and women from being the pope. Its down in the bible that god is a man And abstention and caution are how we all cope. "Did you use contraception? You didn't!? That's good! The pope doesn't use it, no reason you should Unless she gets A.I.D.S. or a pregnancy, mind I suggest you get tested and see what they find. No doubt she'll keep any offspring concealed From the press and the like, get some funds from the plate. Now time marches on and I'm late for a meal, Hail Mary times ten. Don't do it again." Don't do it again, don't do it again Don't do it again, don't do it again Don't do it again, don't do it again They met face to face in the church the next day Without knowing who the other one was "I've had it I'm finished" said one "and I leaving. There's nothing left here I can truly believe in." "But why?" asked the man, and she said " Because I'm a nun and I'm pregnant and I don't want the baby But you will say no to whatever I choose You never say yes and you only say maybe When someone you personally know gets abused. This body is mine not a baby machine But in the eyes of the church I am trash, So I quit your hierarchical s**ist regime; To be me is that too much to ask?!"