I Want More Caviar

(This is a fictional poem) You beat the crap out of me just because I sold your car. I sold it so that I could buy some caviar. I lost all of my money and I can no longer afford caviar because I'm poor. I just sold all of your clothes so that I can buy some more. I wish you'd stop kicking my ___ just because I sell your stuff. It's hard to believe that a priest can be that rough.