Morality is a disease
That brings the Faithful to their knees,
They think my bum should feel the birch
For smoking cigarettes in Church,
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The day I smoked a cigar in the Brompton Oratory
Was in retrospect when I acquiesced in participating in the laboratory
Of the human spirit in its 'Non serviam' mode.
Soon the ashtrays of dissent will have overflowed.
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The day I smoked a cigar in the Brompton Oratory Was in retrospect when I acquiesced in participating in the laboratory Of the human spirit in its 'Non serviam' mode. Soon the ashtrays of dissent will have overflowed.