Without Pope

ok, I am the pope
now what
your freedom?
each day tells us
too many babies
trample through the forests
I want a slicker ocean
to slide on my behind
without dampening my skin
without the possibility of ingesting the salt water
without making a difference
can we do without
the babies keep coming
they are lining up
to ride on the digital tractors
to eat from the mechanical gardens
to grow to trample through the forests
I want to kill you
just a thought
nothing personal
for you are but ones and zeros
I'm a hunter once again
make me proud
stop blowing smoke up into the clouds
build me a zoo
two by two
let's start all over again
and do without me