NATURE

Danger lurks in deep Bermuda

grass, where in meditation pose

I ponder thus on insect foes:

Why can’t bugs be more like Buddha?

As I’m chanting in the fresh air,

those fuckers bite my derriere,

swarm like tiny barracuda,

fly down my throat and buzz my ears!

Though I respect them as my peers,

I wish bugs were more like Buddha,

and helped to end my suffering.

A mantra I’m left muttering:

Why can’t bugs be more like Buddha?

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