Fuckest

O Lord thou fuckest me, crying ‘You are here to kneel.’ Your creed’s as cold as a slum’s pensioners in winter.

Thou shalt demand fidelity from thy femme(s), even whilst thou fuckest around at every opportunity.

‘Thou as honest a man as I?’ cried a Sussex villager scornfully to his companion, as they walked home together from market one day in 1635. ‘Thou fuckest other folks’ wives.’