I'm heading to, Vatican City; the land-
Of saints, heaven and hell...I'm so greedy!
Buona Sera! Vatican City!
Let's not forget, you need a new leader,
A new Pope,
Holy Conclave! don't get a sin-ache,
I'll wear the Pope's, ward-rope,
Down periscope,
Cardinals; do not hesitate, I know-
My rosary, and my love, for gold-taste!
Conclave! Conclave!
I am your slave, I know escape,
And bless to rape,
Cardinals; please, read my resume, is all-
There, naked and nothing to bear,
My sins, are equal as yours...You sing, I sin!
Conclave; elect me, vote to speed,
I am to lead,
At Vatican City; Cardinals; Habemus Papan!
By: Juli Monat
Copyright (c) 2013
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