The Joke (7_17_2025)

Wickedjohnandthedevil

There’s this tiny monastery round the corner from my house
I see the monks out walking, pulling weeds, and carting out the trash
I see them at the Exxon buying cokes and magazines
Their orange robes flow in the breeze as people fill their cars with gasoline

I start to mow my yard and contemplate a blade of grass
The monks don’t seem to notice as they move their way on past me and
I bet they’re deep in meditation, thirsty for a coke
The blade of grass I thought of needs to go, I guess I get the joke today