Archive for June, 2009
Monday and Tuesday I lay in bed,
Wishing I was very dead.
What I preferred to getting worse,
Was that final ride in a big black hearse.
Yoda, a grungy puppet,
Demonstrates the worthlessness of charm and wisdom.
A shrill caricature of a wise man,
A shmata paper-maché piece of crap,
Who spouts cliché Eastern philosophy.
Yoda, I deplore your Lego lightsabre,
Your Jedi bullshit.
You punky poseur,
You mock the ephemeral nature of the path.
Of the dharma and the sanga.
You false squeaky voiced phony bodhisattva,
I stand before you naked.
I condemn you.
And you, corrupt puppeteer,
Remove your hand
To reveal the broken lifeless spirit of a doll
Without a spine.