A Pope Poem

Dave asked if we could share this poem with you. Why not? I tried to Google “Fairntome” but couldn’t find anything. Anyone know more about the source?

The Gucci Pope Et Al
The Fairntome c 16.07.2008

I’ve never seen such crazy times
As those in which we live
Kids are taught to take and take
‘tis better than to give.
The pope’s dressed like a millionaire
The millionaires are not,
The mark of a man
Ain’t what’s inside
It’s how much stuff he’s got.

Never yet have I beheld
The greed I witness now,
They wanna be rich and famous
Not concerned with how.
The ones they hold as guiding lights
Are nothing to follow.
They blindly worship at their feet
Of no substance/ all show.

And into the abyss as one
The weak and shallow run,
And believe their moral pittance
Is all that can be done.
They avert their eyes from dying kids
That put them off their chow,
Donations made to tax evade
Are just a sacred cow.

The poor can feast on wizened words
Of Bono superman,
For words are all the dying need
He’s doing all he can.
And feed the world is just a cry
From starved celebrities,
To justify and to explain
Their sinful salaries.