Posted: Sun, Dec 26, 1999 at 12:29:02 (EST)
Posted by: Larkin
Recipient: All
Subject: Fill yer boots, one more time...
Message:
(by request a reprise of last year's seasonal, pisspoor poetic effort...)
For those who made jai satch'anand
Their only daily greeting
For those whose frantic social whirl
Was one more satsang meeting
For those who gave up everything
And all the dreams they planned out
For those who looked for light divine
And found an ambient bland-out
For those who came like sleepwalkers
With hearts and minds sincere
For those sho sought the love supreme
But found a panacaea
For those who earned their cash to buy
His houses, plane and car too
For those who succumbed in the night
To Prem Pal Nosferatu
For those whose eyes saw through his lies
(To him you don't mean tuppence)
And wait with bated breath to see
The fraud get his comeuppance
For those who knew for years just
satsangservicemeditation
For those who tell it clearly now
With righteous indignation
For those who forwent fish and fowl
And meat and lust and pleasure
For those who crapped on near and dear
For one elusive treasure
For those whose years of practice
Left them feeling robbed and cheated
Now wait for dawn to see the vampire
Finally unseated
For those still twingeing from the guilt
Of the neglectful mother,
Father, brother, sister, friend
Or the unfaithful lover
For those who long to shift that guilt
From their own weary shoulder
For those whose wisdom came so late
- are now two decades older
For those whose thoughts they echo mine
(I'll be your friend forever)
Who know that love and laughter
Are the only earthly treasure
For those whose friends met tragic ends
In suicide or breakdown
And await Van Helsing to come by
To whack that final stake down...
I wish you health and happiness
Good ale and song and cheer
And most of all - from your old pal
A wonderful New Year!
