it's hard not to be human

you know

they can't be all good,

you wish

that was true

as you listen

to the squeaky clean

priest or preacher.

but deep inside,

you know that they are just

like you.

with desires,

lusts and needs, with ego.

always fighting their

instincts,

tamping down

their appetites

as they preach the good news.

you try not

to believe that they're

human, full of sin,

like you, but it's true.