I’m a student of the school
of suburban white-boy Buddhists,
just another incense-burning
prayer-flag floating
yoga posing
middle class-act who reads books on Eastern philosophy,
who wants to be something more than me
who uses internet search engines
to find out more about these cool ideas
that help me find myself;
I don’t even check my iphone
if it rings during my meditation!
I drink only imported teas,
this is real dedication.
I wish I didn’t have all this money
and this burdensome privilege,
I don’t think it’s very funny
that I’m stuck with this image,
Boy I wish I could leave it all,
this hate and this world and it’s hurt
and go live on some Tibetan plateau
in a totally rad little yurt
Original Poetry 
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