The First Dish

ll-6-06 The First Dish



The Buddha came up to me & said,
what are you doing here, white boy?
This isn't your game. You're football
& basketball wall street promenade.

What brings you to the temple of
yearning & impeccable manners?
You don't look good in white shoes &
that gray shirt & striped tie mark you

an unenlightened man.
Give an account of your tastes.
Enumerate your follies in the world of
haberdashery & sexual license.

We may make a man out of you yet.
Pound a little sense into your dull
cranium with a croquet mallet.
You need grade A discipline in the art

of tomfoolery & cro-magnon Romance.
I can see by your eyelids you can't read
me worth a damn. Boy, step up to the
plate: Here comes the first dish.

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