In some Buddhist communities a weath-redistribution wellbeing-perpetuation system exists.
All members of the community donate alms to the monks.
Anyone can become a monk at any time.
Monks can stop being a monk at any time.
Most men are monks at least once in their lives.
It is considered very honourable to be a monk.
Monks spend their days studying the teachings of Buddha.
This makes them happy and peaceful.
In the morning they collect alms and pray.
In the afternoon they may do as they please.
All their food and shelter is provided for them free of charge.
They are happy and peaceful monks.
When they have finished being monks for a bit,
they return to their community bringing happiness and peace.
Since all members of the community donate according to their wealth,
everyone contributes equally to having a happy and peaceful community.
The lovers wander meekly through the corridors of their lives,
The philanderer sees his women and drowns them in his lies
The gutter gurgles and splutters
The days draw to their end.
And the man in the crowd is watching
Waiting for a friend.
Westminster is proclaiming that the world will soon be well,
That policy is provided for every surge and swell.
For the banker, lawyer, teacher
Democracy is good.
And the man in crowd is moving
To the place where Jesus stood.
The sirens shriek and scuttle down the prisms of our minds
Warning us to keep straight and never look behind.
Yet the sun will still appear
When the moon is on call,
And the man in the crowd is falling
And we let him fall.
The models in the adverts fixed with their mannequin stare
Preside like the wasteland eckleburg; the judges of ill and fair
Our morality and maker watches on with horror
As the devil casts his die
Now the man in the crowd has crumpled
And no man hears his cry
Wheel of Fortune - Jemma Paek
It is now the Year of the Sheep.
I am an Aries - my future
will most likely be Leo or Gemini
and will most likely not be Virgo.
Sometimes I think about the time that we were
in the leopard-covered car
and weatherman brought out a pack of
tarot cards and we played them
as tarmac-laden countryside
ran past the windows
and after looking at the jumbled mess
for a while we gave up and started on the