Preconceived Notions
I sometimes wonder if a monk
Succumbs and sinks into a funk;
Since he is lacking normal *****,
Well, how is one to know?
The same for gurus – though they’re wise
When seen in solemn guru guise,
Perhaps they’d take us by surprise
Beneath the mistletoe.
And rocket scientists, so smart,
With so much knowledge to impart,
Quite possibly might fall apart
When playing tic-tac-toe.
For notions that are preconceived,
Despite what we have all believed,
Should from our psyches be retrieved
And given the heave-ho.
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