Not Buddhas but garbages.

Plato ; Socrates; or what the Buddha said,
Now like tuberculosis, coughed germs
Mucus and blood
Semen putrified in bits and thread
Lay on the library shelf dusty and dead.
After probing between the woman's thighs
A retarded baby is pulled out to die
And a lisping poet sighs;
Those hearts , like graveyards in silence cry
Time is such , the youth and age
Prefers not Buddhas , but garbage.


Nb: Not offending anyone in particuler....felt the smutty morning-- all need not be spiritual or sycophantically virtuous,.... sometimes the otherside of schizo helps the writings to feel wonderfully obscene.....which side of schizo i would'nt know???!