Caveat Emptor
The only true reality
Is humor,
And the fat Buddha laughs,
His fat belly bouncing
In perfect rhythm
With his gleeful sounds,
While we,
With drooping corners
Of our mouths
And furrowed brows,
Think the world a serious place,
So we elevate our cares
And make them gods.
There is no such thing as perfection,
Says the laughing Buddha,
But if there were,
It would surely fade,
As all things are transitory,
Ephemeral,
In this world of change.
I know,
Because the ink in my pen
Runs dry.
So, caveat emptor!
(Disclaimer: The use of the Buddha image is strictly metaphorical, not an endorsement of Buddhism.)
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