Ninja Buddha
I met the buddha today sitting under a tree
told him violence was the only cure
that no bald hippie
would ever set the world free
like a tension spring he jump to his feet
his face on fire
no trance of that sublime meditative state
without a word of comprise
or a attempt at a debate
he kick me in the balls
battered me black and blue
shoved a tennis racquet up my ass
as i laid there in tremendous pain
how i wish i kept my mouth shut
and just walked on past
as he rolled my aching body to nearest ditch
he whispered in my ear
karma can be a evil *****
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