You Can't Smoke This Pope
They say
“Blow the Pope OG pack.”
Like his name is something
that crumbles in paper
and burns.
Like his legacy
was made of dry leaves
and silence.
But this Pope?
He didn’t leave ashes.
He left clean air.
He didn’t spark war—
he banned cigarettes.
He didn’t whisper greed—
he silenced the sale of death
in God’s own house.
You can’t roll his name
in your jokes.
You can’t light his robes
like incense for clout.
Because this Pope
didn’t choke the poor—
he breathed beside them.
Didn’t build smoke—
he cleared it.
So no,
you’re not “blowing the Pope pack.”
You’re coughing on the truth
he left behind.
He burned nothing.
He rose like breath.