awakening stick in the dojo of selfies

the hoary sage said his words
were a memoir of compassion
then laughed so hard he shyte
his pants the old liar, lair  
his  elephant memory drops  
into his pants on fire  
to leave on the mind's stoop
cause can't neither young  
nor old depends on everything  
to depend on but  nothing  
as he rings and runs weepy shrieking
to punctuate his sneak attacks
with thwackedee  whack whacks  
like buddha  awakening sticks  
cause our forgone daddy-o
conclusion didn't so on second thought
he don't abide no sleep in this  
electric dojo of selfie (see eye
see me see me see me over and over  
so many many times a nano sec
splish splashed on the taking a bath
in ourselves manu-fractured pixel  
waves of  sartorial light  
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another whiffing riff from the smelling salts of the been dead so wake the fuck up man dup-dada-o's drool dribble - see  
(memoir of compassion in thee world of make-a-believe) @  http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/149528-memoir-of-compassion-in-thee-world-of/ and anything therein scribbled there about on the caves