the sad vicar

the sad vicar The vicar walks in front of the funeral procession appears a bit wobbly, perhaps due to elderliness eyes are watery, and the smell of lotion is too strong  He lost faith years ago praying in churches, asking  to be released from his throbbing masculinity  which left him affairs with female parishioners past their first youth, but with adult feelings about  sexuality hidden in a black dress of widows  God had left him, he blamed himself especially now  that he was no longer young his discreet advances  were no longer useful. The vicar had lost his faith, he went through rituals  that had no meaning, he was not a man of the cloth  His mother had been deeply religious and wished  her son will join the priesthood which he did partly because to please her, and the idea of saving the world  from the evil that lurked in the heart of man. He didn't know at the time, his male sexuality was his downfall, when he knew, it was too late to do  anything about this problem, that youngish widows  was happy to assist in solving Someone called his name, deep in thought he had walked past the interment place, ah, they thought  our old is lost in prayers