A church review

[The Four-Eyed Cat]

I was never devout,
barely a practitioner.
Disliked confessions
in those oaken booths,
always smelling
of desperate people.
Topped off only by
that sweaty priest.
Nor was I fond
that I got no answers,
so I asked for a manager,
got a bishop instead.
He too had no answers,
only a sour breath.
He put me on hold,
sent me up higher.
got a cardinal
to confess his vices,
but the pope?
Nowhere to be found