A Sermon for the Vermin

I crawl through a putrid sewer
Dreaming of a summers breeze
My companions getting fewer
Searching for the biggest cheese

Down here we are our pastor
In the dark we sing our hymns
Playing songs we hope to master
Despite our lack of working limbs

Fridays, we ask for forgiveness
Sins laid bare before the cross
Thursdays, a missing witness
We’re so sorry for your loss

Listen to the pipes, they whisper
Betraying our humble nest
A trap that missed by a whisker
Too bad it caught the rest

No more to be a nightly gnawing
A memory just like a wraith
This picture, a crumpled drawing
Shows a sickly lack of faith