Thou shall not ***** is pretty much a tenet at the temple Listening to dhamma talks, trying to digest and Perhaps be a better/not so ignorant being Along come you, master or mistress of annoyance I can’t tell, your looks deceive I suppose my black jeans must have been The attractive factor And the cool comfort of the a/c and The close proximity of us humans Of course you came, you love it Well to be fair, you love blood, right? But seriously at any other place I’d do away with you with a slap and or Maybe a heavy blow But come on, this is where The Buddha’s teachings are propagated If temptation is your thing, you’ve chosen the right place You know what, I’ll ignore you and who knows, it could be bliss Really, what do you do, Oh Master of Zen? Do you intentionally **** the annoying vermin or Tolerate it and let it **** your blood In front of you and just scratch the itch later? Oh Master! Oh Dilemma! Thou shall not ****! I know! I know!
True story btw, i didn’t **** the mossie but it lingered with me throughout the session – perhaps it was a long lost soul, hahaha!!