Spiritual Advice

Dear Becky, now pay me due heed:
A shyster of pedigree breed
Should fast be brought in
To check on your sin
And wash you as white as you need.

Dictate his report and then print
Part one when the Met's done its stint.
Make tearful professions
That you have learned lessons,
And taken the virtuous hint.

Then, after the purges are through,
You can up and release volume two.
For now, pop some pills
And think not on your ills:
Tony's shoulder to shoulder with you.

Tough up, don't be rash and stay sleek:
Remember, when things appear bleak,
You can write your own books
On the journey of Brooks:
Rebekah: A Wade up Shit Creek.

Rev. Lynton Kilkelly