In some neighbors' yards,
the dog has Buddha Nature,
and the fence is high.

In some neighbors' yards,
the dog cranks and eats dirt clods,
and the fence is high.

Take your altered states
and cram 'em all with walnuts.
Enlightenment Light.

Son, you're no Blues Man.
Not even with dumpy robes
and all those Muppets.

Just dig writing for
writing even when it's not,
and same with patience.

If wigged mannequins
say your dancing feet are weak,
make that virtuous!

Dude, calm the fuck down.
I don't know. I only say
because you asked me.