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Whenever in the company of his trusted friends
St. Paul Lafargue had always said:
"I sure hope I never get a sainthood someday
- That would be supremely lame for an atheist
 In any day and age."
The man was modestly honest - If not honestly modest 
So I did everything I possibly could
To make sure we would celebrate his feast day,
Every-single-friggin-day!

I ran all the way straight to Vatican City,
Where I skinned all which remains 
Of my horrendously disfigured knees 
After tripping over my own two feet and half a sheet of LSD
- That's when I said: "Serves me right for not taking it easy."

"Jesus I'm witty!" I was nervously thinking,
as I picked broken grass 
and bubble gum 
Out from under 
My gaping wounds - "My God, 
I don't have any time for this modern-day humdrum!"
I defiantly said as I proceeded ahead 
Demonstrating little more concern 
For my previously acquired gangrene 
Than I did for my recently sustained ruptured spleen...

...So to make a long-story painlessly short 
And to keep all threats of (comedic) violence 
Condensed to a marginal fault,
All that I really had to say was this: 
"So; How about it? What do ya say?"
- After smashing up the whole place 
With a couple of my favorite teamsters
- And that was just about that! 
Paul Lafargue had been canonized 
All for a philosophical laugh!
- I must've cracked every single situational gag
His Holiness had been expecting to be pulled 
Straight outta my brimstone hat! 
I guess it's true what I hear everybody say:
The Pope is behaving far too liberal these days.

So the next time the stupid boss comically asks:
"Why is you writin'?! - Why ain't 'cha workin'?!"
Tell them as many times over as it may take
Until it fully absorbs into their tyrannical brain:
"I refuse to work when I don't really wanna;
It comes on like a hunger, sometime, after lunchtime."
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