by Mankh
Just because you caught a buzz
and downloaded the latest gemstone app
doesn’t make you Queen of the Nile
or a Cherokee Princess with a shoulder strap.
Just because you can extrapolate
on the innate divine being seeing
through all our third-eyes
doesn’t make you a guru consummate.
Just because you drank some concoction
then traveled your astral-body to Guatemala
to clean out your toxins and brush up your stock options
doesn’t make you a shaman of the amygdala.
Everyone bow down to everyone, for a price,
in this Guru Shaman Yogi Expert Nation
where everyone’s an enlightened sensation
imparting just the right information.
Everyone bow down to everyone, for a price,
c’mon, baby, you’ll love it, makes you feel soooooooo nice.
Just because you can hold a pose
toes positioned right up there in your nose-ringed nose
while simultaneously chanting “namaste”
doesn’t make you a yogi from Bombay.
Just because you wrote a book
and strung the words like a fine necklace
eloquently showing you’re an expert
doesn’t mean you aren’t feckless.
Just grab an organic carrot juice
then floor it thru the drive-thru chakra balancing,
achieve all your manifesting destiny dreams
even if they’re laced with wangling.
Everyone bow down to everyone, for a price,
in this Guru Shaman Yogi Expert Nation
where everyone’s an enlightened sensation
imparting just the right information.
Everyone bow down to everyone, for a price,
c’mon, baby, you’ll love it, makes you feel soooooooo nice.
~ Mankh (Walter E. Harris III)