don't kill the buddha
on the road.
its a trap.
have him for tea,
sing him a song,
ask him to join you,
he'll come along.
give him some beers,
dance hand in hand,
whisper to each other,
and have some McDonalds.
stand on your hands,
poster the city,
draw your feet,
and go rollerblading.
bike if you must,
or take the train,
ride in a car,
a tractor a plane.
read some books,
paint on your body,
listen to birds,
listen to birds.
hug a tree
kiss a worm,
and catch something
alive and let it go.
like a fish in the sea
swim to the other side,
get him a guest pass,
and climb.
i couldn't be bother to
write so many rhymes,
of what I could do with
the buddha should
I meet him on the road.
But I'll tell you this,
I wouldn't kill him,
even if he killed me first.
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