The Pope

The money you earn

You put in a bowl

You throw it away

To save your poor soul

But where does it go?

This you must ask

It goes to the man

The man in the mask

How does he spend it?

He buys wine

As you swim in debt

He fine dines

...But...

Liquid relgion flows through his veins

As the world lies in turmoil

He feels no pain

So what do they call him?

This I ask

Who is the man

The man in the mask

Here is this man

Here is this hater

His name is the pope

Pope Benedictator