Indoctrination

Indoctrination is performed by the men who wear dresses.
Parade up and down lighting candles, and tresses
of three-fold, of two men’n celeste
welcoming parishioners into their nest.

And when I say nest, I really mean lair,
inciting old women and inviting them prayer,
the men of the cloth
and to whom they are troth
confidence tricksters,
an un-virtuous mixture.

I can’t tell you when I lost faith in the church,
I imagine it when, for my sins, I did search
for the purpose of my life — and off-path did I stray,
against all his teaching, I concluded, I’m gay.