Buddha-Buddha
budda-budda
nutta-nutta
nutter butter
better nutter butter.
I have cried so many tears that I just can not explain,
I have wept a sea for you.
I have stood too close to the fire of life and not-life,
But I have had faith.
I am still dropping fresh fat-charred flesh
From this skeleton of my spleen.
And I am still dropping out of sight for you.
And I am still too freshly singed to reemerge from these ovens,
iron doors of Hostel tortures,
and annihilations of the just,
children making killing sounds with their throats.
Like a dolphin,
I am panting my last breaths
To escape from the hunters on the surface,
As the world goes mad with too much life.
Buddha-Buddha
budda-budda
nutter butter
peanut better nutter butter.
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