Classic Poem

Drink when thirsty, eat when hungry,
Piss and shit when nature calls.
Sleep when sleepy. Any other
Rules for living are pure balls.

There are neither buddhas nor patriarchs.
Bodhidharma was nothing more
Than some old wog with a growth of beard.
That nig-nog Prince and his quarter-score
Of dark disciples with unpronounceable
Fancy monikers, what were they
But some daft gang of dunghill-coolies
Jabbering bad joss away?

And all those doctrines? Rotten tree-stumps
Which conveniently provide
Snags to which whole droves of donkeys,
You my brothers can be tied.
The roll of saints? A list of ghosts
The sacred scriptures? Use them thus,
Their only use, to wipe your boil-heads
Of their overload of pus.

Drink when thirsty, eat when hungry,
Piss and shit when nature calls.
Sleep when sleepy. All the other
Rules for living are pure balls.