The Buddah Poem by Joey Gavin

The presence of wonderous steel-like forays
disintigrate members of child-like displays

High in the mountains of east asian lands
stands a likeable buddah with little demands

looking for peace with encouraging eyes
till he sees that the world has destroyed my disguise

i ask him for help and some water to drink
but he changed when he saw that the world doesnt think

so listen to thoughts, breathe into the potion
my body starts bleeding the lights of the ocean