Prescription meditation is drowning the nation. Everyone’s strung out on bliss and Zen. Will our factories ever open again? Millions have been evicted, millions are poor. Hardly anyone works anymore.
Refugee camps stretch for miles and miles. No one speaks but everyone smiles. Together they sit and quietly hum, one finger resting upon each thumb.
How I miss the frenzy of impatient cars, lonely people packed into bars, chain smokers exhaling emotional scars. How I miss the days of Zoloft and Ritalin. Paxil and Oxycotin. Prozac and Vicodin.
You see folks, life's ups and downs made the world go round’ till meditation spread. So please dear reader, do as I do…
Leave Nirvana for the dead.
Leave Nirvana for the dead.
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