John Roberts don’t cha know it

white Catholic handkerchief boy
don’t wanna let his grandma
die with dignity
he wants to hold that death grip hand
more pain than pain medicines can dull
to hear her scream help me help me
what does Johnny feel
nothing he remembers
left it at the alter
of someone else dying for his sins
who will be next
his grandmother? me?
his’en self?
try floppies
they free the feet
which frees the head
of altar boys and priests for profit
oh Johnny won’t you please come home?