Well, it is poetry day once again. i've been doing some heavy (fat joke opening) writing lately... and while most of it is still being flung together;the way only i know how. i will give you the first part of the buddha rap.... (yes its ok to laugh)
I'm a soldier of Deeper thought
twelve steps lower, yet i'm still Thinking on a higher level
quoting wilde"my soul in the gutter"
Out in the cold i shake and i shudder
remebering there is no pleasure with out pain
Questioning myself every minute, am I insane?
Abstaining from Sleep, evolving from addiction
I,the mad bhikku on a pilgrimage thru perdidtion
(jay z adds some nonsense words here)
(some up and comming female rapper professes her love here)
(ends with some funky reggae artist bellowing some deep shit)
and Done
I'm a soldier of Deeper thought
twelve steps lower, yet i'm still Thinking on a higher level
quoting wilde"my soul in the gutter"
Out in the cold i shake and i shudder
remebering there is no pleasure with out pain
Questioning myself every minute, am I insane?
Abstaining from Sleep, evolving from addiction
I,the mad bhikku on a pilgrimage thru perdidtion
(jay z adds some nonsense words here)
(some up and comming female rapper professes her love here)
(ends with some funky reggae artist bellowing some deep shit)
and Done
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go on with your mad bhikku self. (or lack of self?)
i will never tell you what i wrote!
never never never
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