Caveat Emptor

The only true reality Is humor, And the fat Buddha laughs, His fat belly bouncing In perfect rhythm With his gleeful sounds, While we, With drooping corners Of our mouths And furrowed brows, Think the world a serious place, So we elevate our cares And make them gods. There is no such thing as perfection, Says the laughing Buddha, But if there were, It would surely fade, As all things are transitory, Ephemeral, In this world of change. I know, Because the ink in my pen Runs dry. So, caveat emptor! (Disclaimer: The use of the Buddha image is strictly metaphorical, not an endorsement of Buddhism.)