A Mendicant

It is a sprightly grinning man,
Who simply cannot say goodbye:
Encased in crispy perma-tan,
All glib mouth and demented eye.

In countries where they torture you,
He gives advice and takes the alms.
Believing what he thinks is true,
He trusts in God and greasy palms.

He will not leave us to our fate;
A saint must suffer for his lands.
He prays the storms which drown our state
May wash the blood from off his hands.

Glubby Flobrot