Baboon Palace

 
 
 
that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it gets
I wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind
 
 
 
 

the mind is exactly this tree that grass
without thought or feeling both disappear

 
 
 
 
don’t hesitate get laid that’s wisdom
sitting around chanting what crap
 
 
 
 
 

men are like cows horses fuck poetry
look at your hand read it

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