I keep a bank in the shape of the Buddha
Where I can throw all my loose change
One of those clear glass golden ones
Where I can see it's only half-full
Still not enough coppers or dimes
For that promised cruise to Mars
Where they say the Buddha was sent
After his final trip to earth
It seems we're not the only planet
In need of a shepherd or diplomat
Someone who can speak the truth
Though it takes years to hear it
And many lengthy wars apparently
Peaceful under the bodhi tree
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