Pope Benedict Writes

I am much aware of the previous records you read Both bearing my mark and my seal Carried no good, stocked with vile and deceit But I urge you brothers and sisters To think harder, coz I’ve been penning for your good Whatever that spooned you, whichever way you were spooked, Am back in a new hood With goodies deep in my cortex, ready to vortex Complex truth into digestible pieces Thousand papers and folders, all addressed in Love, sincerity and in peace I am conversant with my said forced sense Out of baseless and disarrayed script I bear this title out of personal merit Coz I waited for their approval and credit And dismayed I was by their verdict Thousand mistakes recalled in my name The scandalous seat that I chose to tame Some said by default, some by floating innuendo But self-conclave justified my crescendo Your commitment to my letters Will my critics’ faction clear As dignity I behest, all the hiatus I’ll bridge To just overt my intentions and loud scream my point That my penning is not by simony But morphing from Real to Pope Benedict