VERSE • samsara • 2004.01.12
Material Bliss


Living and loving the joys of the heart,
emitting the merciless stench of a fart.

Gracefully floating in heaven above,
then splat on your face, excrement from a dove.

Enjoying god's beauty and feeling elite,
then stepping in freshly laid poo with bare feet.

It's greedily feasting on all you can eat,
and realizing then that you ate rotten meat.