the pope and taco Tuesday

you wonder

if the pope ever gets tired

of being the pope.

wearing those big pointed

hats

and white robes,

always worrying about

coffee spills,

and taco Tuesday.

does he want to slip

out a Vatican

window

in his jeans and t-shirt

and go dancing.

have a few drinks,

meet some babes

along the boulevard.

does he weary of being

sinless.

never telling a lie,

or over indulging himself

on red wine.

he must have a secret

life,

we need to dig into

this, go through his things,

his computer,

his closet.

that's where most secrets

are.

i bet there's a bikini

picture of

Bridget Bardot

somewhere under his mattress.