Ginsberg in the company of babas and sadhus
Smoking marijuana
And saying, Vyom, Om
With the fake and pseudo-babas and sadhus
And the chelas,
Where is misled in search of peace and happiness,
Where did he wander and digress from?
In the company of the babas and sadhus,
He too turned into a baba of some sort,
An American sadhu baba,
isn't it?
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