Fool in the Garden, or Hotter then Blotter 78'

Fool in the Garden or Hotter then Blotter 78

It's incredibly confusing
and most certainly amusing,
that the mind is always working
as the hand is always jerking
to reach that moment of release,
to attain some silence and some peace.

Confusion reigns supreme
as sewage burdens down the stream,
The halls are always cluttered,
What was it, it just muttered?
more rubbish I suppose,
perhaps I'm better off in prose.

Clarity, I scream!
reality, or a dream/
Is there choice, or is it fate?
am I too early or too late?
A confused and sorry state.
it even hurts to masturbate!

Chant the name, and daily pray
say the Yogi's it's the Way.
lose your ego, gain salvation,
release yourself of mental constipation.
For the mind is an illusion.
whoch leads back to gross confusion!