In Bipolar Zen

Dancing dots and colored spots
swimming through my eyes
Sharpened teeth that go beneath
her sultry open thighs

Roaring trains and rotting brains
that speak to God and such
Can rule the earth and then give birth
to wield their tainted touch

Praying nuns that can't have fun
because they're so confined
Life and death are simply steps
to what we call Divine

Join is in the rites of Zen
to see where time is from
Leave behind the lies you find
and step into the sum

Now you know that all believed
is simply an illusion
Break the spell and leave this hell
and enter The Conclusion