Drawn on parched paper the prophecies of saints and karma of the sinners
Hell is multidimensional, naked women with evil eyes and fat men in copulation
Paradise is monks in maroon colored robes with androgynous smiles-
They were all redeemed unlike you and me
They all spurned you in the pursuit of greater truth.
Your man is a loser, tied to your demonic apron and your insidious lust
Does it matter if you gave birth to Buddha?
Oh I apologize (what an ignoramus!) for legend has it that he was too pure
He didn’t need to slide through your bloodied birth canal.
Yasodhara remained a single mother; the great man after all owed no debt to women.
He emerged from the armpit to relieve us of suffering
ARMPIT?! Well pardon me (says the ignoramus again).
Does that still make him human? Oh! He wasn’t? So he fooled us?
He made us believe he was human? Well where is social justice?
I am sick of these superMAN tales.