Cross an Evangelist, with a TV;
Then both Religion and he, begin to bother me.
They go on the airwaves, about God and Angels they preach;
Hoping their words, to many they will teach.
The truth is, they want money, cash, currency;
Send it fast, with all urgency.
Robert Tilton, is one of the worst;
Farted on air during a prayer, he was the first.
He drives unbelievably expensive cars, and is very rich;
Didn’t get it, from digging a ditch.
Although the money he has, came from a ditch digger;
He wants more, he wants to be bigger.
At one time, he was making 80 million a year;
How many poor did he feed, to remove a tear?
We should all send him a penny, so he can survive;
Bury him in them, can’t get out alive.
His requested “Vow”, was one thousand dollars;
Then on air, your name he hollers.
Some he asked for more, and promised God’s attention;
Money went to his bank, he didn’t mention.
Jesse Duplantis, is another fool;
They all follow, the Golden Rule.
He who has, the most gold wins;
We’ll see, when the World ends.
Don’t send your money, hoping for answered prayers;
They’ll take your money and laugh, and all you get is stares.
God is laughing, when they quote a hymn;
Wait ’til he gets, his hands on them.
Televangelists pray for money, I say with a sigh;
All I can say is, wait until they die.
Spider Michaels
