words on words
he flipped the bird
and entertained
absurdity
‘n’ torn
paper’s frayed
kaleidoscope image
he is his cage
his father’s father was delayed
in learning virtue
was the way
and still today
a family pays
absurd’s the word
you heard it
hear it first
from me
and then find a qualified source
for I have a message
that demand’s to be bottled and
caught and released
that beast, the words on words
you’d rather she’d heard
thather than the ones you …
wish!!!
you could amend
[Narrator: *coughs* I hate to bring that up again]
yet the part demands to be played
and so another family paid
karma sweet, then karma tart
karma baked in humble pie
ripens as happiness and
fortunes that fly
as the reins of wisdom
slap their steeds
we’ll leave samsara
and all its feasts
before the bottle rolls on shore
‘fore the greatest battle,
raw guts gore
‘fore Dharma is lost forevermore
for the 11th is so far away
seeming like an eternity –
too long to let my family pay
so nonsense verse I offer up
like empty teacup
stainless pot
water boils
yet is not hot
for all the teachings yet to come
may each have meaning, every one
and ‘fore this verse starts making sense
I’ll lose the train of th . . .
like I’ve lost cents
a lazy rhyme
an uneven rhythm
to trip the orator
a great let down
is samsara’s treasure 🤑
he is coming
he is coming
he has come
thank you
thank you
thank you
goodbye
The Halfwit Writer 