The lord is my sheperd

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

I shall not want to see images of malnourished sheep on my TV.

You make us lay next to green pastures, but we don’t eat grass.

The Lord is sadistic, his livestock can’t last.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil

Except for your extremist farm hands working on your East and West paddocks.

World war three and nuclear fallout scares me to death, and probably will.

You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

Although some choir boys will tell you otherwise.

Little God peep

You have lost this sheep

And there’s no way you’ll ever find me.

Leave me alone

I’ll never come home

I’m leaving your tale behind me.