A Saint In The Making!

I wanted to be a monk, giving up all pleasure, I wear a robe perfect to fit a tourist in leisure, The taste of the food identified by the buds, The smell through the nose touched by the skin, Looking at the human, the feelings still erupts, I have nothing to own and call it mine, The car that I travel and the comfort that I have, Starched robes with a belt and a skull cap, I am a monk and have given up all worldly tortures, I am a priest at the altar, serving the God and the people, My desires are bottled up not given up, My ambition to be an arch bishop, I have my gangs to vote out my opponents, I will be a saint in the future, beautified in Vatican.