Your Ruse I Refuse

I can commune with God direct,

So, your foolish demand I reject

That I take you as a middleman,

Who, you declare, alone can

Connect us both, me and God,

Be off with you, I say, you fraud!

Your noxious claim I stoutly refuse,

I can see through your cunning ruse

That you deploy in the hope that I

Will fall flat for your most foul lie,

And so will consent to be your slave,

Be off with you, I repeat, you knave!