When I  sang , the  Bishop cried “Arrest.”

Confirm yourself by getting a phone text
You cannot live today without that cell
When I was young , the  Bishop confirmed best

Do you wonder if you’re a mite obsessed
Well if you are, perhaps noone else can tell
Confirm you’re me by getting a phone text

Do you think  that I  have passed a test
To prove I’m real and feeling really swell?
Then I was told , the  Bishop confirmed  least

My mother always  seemed inclined to vex
And added further children to our hell.
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I wonder if we had too many checks
I suffered with my” nerves” when Mother yelled
When lips were cold , the  Bishop  preferred breasts.

Well soon I shall find what cometh next
The priest was absent from my burial
Confirm all first by sending God a text

So then we hear the tolling of the knell
Elegaic music with dark thrills
Confirm yourself by reading holy texts
When I  sung , the  Bishop cried “Arrest.”