Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I dream of running a monastery
but just until I retire
then I want to run a whorehouse
and be my own best customer

I dream of losing my virginity
but I could never do that
the drama makes it both
necessary and worthwhile

a grain of rice is the
single cell of sustenance
and drama is the coat of arms
for monks and nuns and circus clowns

and that's who I want in my monastery
and in my whorehouse
acrobats and wizards and buddhas

We might be into postmodern quibbling,
not to mention vague West-eastern invasions.
To me a monastery seems like a whorehouse,
though not necessarily the other way around.
Clowns always show some promise.
Buddhas always smile.
Wizards always zap.