Am I a menace?
A mara? A demon?
Will no one tell me?
Will they simply write a book about me
after I die?
Or will I be blasted into forgetful oblivion, purposefully?
What delight did I lack, will I lack,
force others to abandon
with my mara-induced delusions?
(autism, they call it now)
refusing responsibility – still!
a demon to this day
poor quality on display
Brother Fabjan, rescue me 🙏
please don’t make a mockery
of my life’s work, of my plays
of my dreadful mimicry,
the plagiarism of youth
in poor taste – ah! I know!
But despondency after death
is a hell realm, and – alas! –
I was merely reborn human
again – ah! But not to torment you
still! A demon you say!
Oh brother Peter Fabjan!
You could not rescue me!
So this lifetime, I turn instead
to a Spiritual Guide,
Buddha Shakyamuni’s continuum,
and, in constant manifestation,
his teachers!
I am grateful, finally,
to shed this shadow of karma
which reeks of dreadful delusion,
this familial mockery, betrayal
– no doubt I returned or would return in kind –
finally, I get to cleanse such evil minds!
Alas! I am grateful!
Thank you, my brother
The Halfwit Writer 