Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

cigar finger
empty bank box
zero pope
give him enough hemp
the self appointed pimp of god
with golden whore voice
the words were once green
when they lit them on fire
we lost the transcendental
now all that glitters isn't told
learn to read the words from
the other side, nature loves to hide
in the snakes between the lines
in waves of bliss that teach us to resist
we have come so far only to go so far
people wander closer to the holy see
nothing

Topical yet deeper insightful.