Pedophile Priest Against His Will
Early one morning
Danielito was lifted from bed
Because his parents were going to take him
To the Seminary of Segovia.
He went against his will.
But, when he boarded the Galo Alvarez’ bus
Whose boss was a friend of his father
And saw his three favorite friends
From Fuentepelayo
His town on the way
He was happier than a fiddle
Thinking that it would be very good for him
Because it would be one less expense
For his parents.
From Plaza del Azoguejo along Calle Real
To the Seminary
Hundreds of new seminarians were coming
From the villages of Segovia
Dressed like crows all in black
Dragging a mattress and a trunk
That they had to carry.
To the entrance door of the Seminary
His parents left him
And a priest with a devilish face
Took him by the hand
Pulling him inside.
Once he left the trunk and mattress
In the space he’d been assigned
In a hallway lined with beds.
They went down to the courtyard
To take the typical, obligatory photo
With all the seminarians who had arrived
And to receive the greeting and blessing
From the Father Superior.
He spent his entire stay
Studying and praying with sacrifice
So that he could become
A good pedophile priest
And be able to take, one day
His mother with him
To the towns where he was destined.
His prayer and sacrifice
Were a struggle against Lust
And the jerking off they did.
When I asked him one day:
-What have you felt most
After so many years in the Seminary?
He answered me clearly:
-What I felt most was my erect penis
Which I proudly ground day after day
Against the confessional door
Which I had offered
Since entering the seminary
to the Virgin of the Organs
Which is why my classmates called me:
“Ecstasy of Saint Teresa!”
or “Almond Blossom.”
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