"Corpus Domini nostri Jesu Christi custodiat te in vitam aeternam"

No lips, no thighs, no **** will tempt my fate,
When syphilis' contagious threat I see.
Henceforth, I'll gaze at stars and contemplate
religious love - so sacred, pure and free.

Within its light, I hope to find my plan,
Though its sharp wit I hardly can abide:
Since childhood we all love the same young man,
Ignoring gender's natural divide.

For Christ alone my heart shall truly race,
His love for all, a light that shines so bright.
No earthly love can ever match His grace,
His sterile touch, His guiding, healing light.

As if consumed by a supernova’s charmer,
We’re destined to embrace him clear and loud.
And live with him.

Thank God - it’s not Keith Starmer.

He’s in—I’m out.