Today's exercise: write a George Carlin memorial poem, using the famous seven words: shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits
Ikkyu, my favorite zen lunatic
wrote poetry about his cock
and about kissing his lover's cunt
he would wear his priests robes when he went to the brothels to fuck the whores
shocked many, enlightened some -
for his sins they made him abbot of one of
Kyoto's great temples
was he a wise man? or a profane motherfucker?
another zen master once said that buddha is
a stick covered in shit
this doesn't make much sense
out of context:
monk and master walking by the outhouse
maybe overwhelmed by the smell of piss
monk asked what is buddha
master points at first thing he sees, a stick for stirring ashes into the shit to make fertilizer,
says a shit-covered stick
sacred? profane?
when you were a baby
you and your dad both liked your mother's tits
but for different reasons
and if your sainted mother wasn't a cocksucker
then I feel sorry for your dad
sacred? profane?
if you think there's a difference
you miss the mark
hell has two versions
one full of filth
one antiseptic and dead and lifeless
life is dirty and squishy
sex and childbirth will both
make the sheets a mess