I think of poetry
While I *******
And of ***
While I work.

And **** the Buddha!
What does he know
About my life
Anyway?

Anyway
It makes more sense
For you to leave now
Get out of my head
I’m chewing on nightmares
And you’re a bubble-gum-ballon
Just waiting to explode
All over my face
And when did I ever
Let you in
Anyway?

**** the buddha.