Bishy - most of your gaudy jewel swere stolen,
your sermon smashed
by a New Yorker in a beanie hat,
who grabbed your ghastly robes
from the lectern right in front of you
while you were parked between six overweight tarts
while spouting about the Watchtower riot act.
Even you mobile phone was taken,
along with your cross, identity document
and driver’s licence.
You called your abbot bro from the nearby
plumber’s shop
and he drove quicker from Newark
to the centre of Jewish Brooklyn
than the Police could
from a few blocks away.
Every precious jewel you had,
the emerald engagement ring,
the ten-centimetre broad gold armband,
your string of pearls, two rings
with three carat diamonds,
the charm bracelet with the big five
that our poor parishioners collected golden pendant
the golden pendant for you,
even your Rolex watch was stolen
and some golden cryptos,
earrings, rings and bracelets
that no-one can recall anymore.
You were crying and shaken
and God tried to comfort you
and entered the church-cum-temple
trying to find discarded weed or stones
or something,
but without avail.
When the police came
they were too afraid
to search the temple
and said that Brooklyn is dangerous
and when the Abby told them
that he, God,had searched it already
they were astonished
and they told you to report the crime
at the nearest cop shop
if you wanted to make a case
and drove away in their yellow van.
Brooklyn, the home of Goodlifes and the sinners man.
When will you camels everlearn - wealth does not pay.