Oh rabbi may I see
What you no longer put on your knee
A firm man of faith
You have completely erased
I attest you are impure
And I will just snore
When I meet you in a bar
Will you be putting tips in the jar?
I suppose you are cool
With you new found way of school
But in essence you are large
And that is not up to par
So be it that you may
Find out that you are astray
And find out that poverty is yours
As you walk in all of your shoes
So good luck in human situations
As you are less than a brick
And of course we all know
You are certainly sick.
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