The Truth Squad spies me at the dumpster
and sends a contingent of Keystone Kops
hopping mad at what I made of the reality
I saw beneath the truths of contemporary
conventional wisdom (?)
Soon the joint was jumping as we join into
trying to awaken the Conscious Ewe/You
who had fallen for wasteful pleasures sure
to put one under and at the bottom of the
money monkey pile...
The comical animals, now at the bottom
of the barrel, barely alert except for the
Light Bear who was the bearer of the new
info about the woo-woo way of cutting in
to the cockeyed way of concocting
otherworldly worldviews, began to stir.
"Yo, you came bearing karma from past
incarnations," the Bear roared, "and that
doesn't give you the right to lay there
sucking up customs."
So the hibernation because of habits
stopped as the animal forms hopped
out of the hole of pretending not to know
and stripped of the dysfunctional patterns
they had put on during the dumpster dive
after trinkets of truth that were not that
nourishing, refleshing, spiritualizing...

Sir Dancer 4/7/16