Manure and Yum-Yum Deity Brain Filter Gita

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Manure and Yum-Yum Deity Brain-Filter Gita

There once was a deity named Yum-Yum,

Whose body was empty in tum tum,

Her devotees all gathered

And with Sacredness lathered

They beat out Her mantras with drum drum.

Chorus: What a strangely, peculiar occurrence,

So intriguingly, obliquely sublime,

That my poop smells so fragrant,

While your poop is definately swine.

"Since deity you now are invoking,

Dear Yum-Yum will answer your hoping,

The teaching for group

Will be one about poop,

To save you from the darkness of groping".

Chorus:

"The smallest of poops, in every which way

Is that of the chicken who just pecks all the day,

He takes in small tidbits, with malice does nourish,

And scatters poop heresay with much fluttery flourish.

Not very grand is chickie poop land.

So repetitively seditious

Chickie-poop teaching, delicious."

Chorus:

"Now larger by far, yet not quite a star,

Comes bull poop not seemly, a trifle bit meanly,

Watch where you step, poop you out to get.

The bull poop session is one of aggression.

Flying here and flying there,

Duck! bull poop flying everywhere.

Heads up, heads down, look all around,

Get stuck in this poop

That on your life is pissing,

And the greatest poop yet to come

You yogis will be missing".

Chorus:

"For those devotees the path are learning,

And for all those yogis who for Self are yearning.

The greatest poop of all is found,

By those who in the three times still are bound.

Intended for all those who dream of finding,

Some dream-release of dream-yoke binding.

Elephant poop, it can be said, is truly the most inviting,

About elephant poop, Yum-Yum surely won't be slighting.

Elephant poop in size is quite grand

Step in this and in a soup you'll land,

Of phrases sticky with meaning, or so it is seeming,

For hours you'll listen to sermons quite dreary,

With fine words and all slogans, you will eventually

weary,

Your goose is quite cooked, you should have looked!

Listen to Yum-yum, you asked my advice,

With your drumming and mantras, you filled up my tum.

With I's, youze and weezes you continually natter,

But not one teeny bit does any of this matter.

Drop angst existential and so complicated,

Secret Teaching is simple and never is dated,

Your rosey cheek it soon will dimple,

All your troubles will bubble, and turn into steam,

It is Ultimate Moksha and awakens all dreams....

Listen carefully, come closer, give me your ear,

As now I will whisper all Secrets held dear.

Chorus:

"Alas, alack our time has gone,

Of you all I am quite fond,

Another day we will play

With Secrets so sublime.

Today's Teaching is finished, it was all quite fine,

But you must pay, so Yum-Yum can dine.

Now out the door with you away.

Tomorrow is another day,

All seekers please show up,

Come hither all fools, all knaves and all nuts,

Bow down to me gracefully, no if's, or ands, or butts.

Deity Yum-yum's Secrets (they are the latest),

Will be given to all those who are the greatest".

Chaneled by Joyce,

Yum-Yum's Attendent.

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Beautiful Yum-Yum!

Exquisite poetry in my tum-tum!

Pooper-scooper in hand,

I wander the land,

A Boddhisatva's work's never dun-dun.

Yet Boddhisatvas still poop,

and flowers still drop,

so everything done,

just gets undone.

Channelled by Chanel,

Fragrant Poop is our Business

Manure and Yum-Yum Deity Brain-Filter Gita

There

once was a deity named Yum-Yum,

Whose

body was empty in tum tum,

Her

devotees all gathered

And

with Sacredness lathered

They

beat out Her mantras with drum drum.

Chorus: What a strangely, peculiar occurrence,

So

intriguingly, obliquely sublime,

That

my poop smells so fragrant,

While

your poop is definately swine.

"Since deity you now are invoking,

Dear

Yum-Yum will answer your hoping,

The teaching for group

Will be one about poop,

To

save you from the darkness of groping".

Chorus:

"The smallest of poops, in every which way

Is

that of the chicken who just pecks all the day,

He

takes in small tidbits, with malice does nourish,

And

scatters poop heresay with much fluttery flourish.

Not

very grand is chickie poop land.

So

repetitively seditious

Chickie-poop teaching, delicious."

Chorus:

"Now larger by far, yet not quite a star,

Comes

bull poop not seemly, a trifle bit meanly,

Watch

where you step, poop you out to get.

The

bull poop session is one of aggression.

Flying

here and flying there,

Duck!

bull poop flying everywhere.

Heads

up, heads down, look all around,

Get

stuck in this poop

That

on your life is pissing,

And

the greatest poop yet to come

You

yogis will be missing".

Chorus:

"For those devotees the path are learning,

And

for all those yogis who for Self are yearning.

The

greatest poop of all is found,

By

those who in the three times still are bound.

Intended for all those who dream of finding,

Some

dream-release of dream-yoke binding.

Elephant poop, it can be said, is truly the most inviting,

About

elephant poop, Yum-Yum surely won't be slighting.

Elephant poop in size is quite grand

Step

in this and in a soup you'll land,

Of

phrases sticky with meaning, or so it is seeming,

For

hours you'll listen to sermons quite dreary,

With

fine words and all slogans, you will eventually weary,

Your

goose is quite cooked, you should have looked!

Listen

to Yum-yum, you asked my advice,

With

your drumming and mantras, you filled up my tum.

With

I's, youze and weezes you continually natter,

But

not one teeny bit does any of this matter.

Drop

angst existential and so complicated,

Secret

Teaching is simple and never is dated,

Your

rosey cheek it soon will dimple,

All

your troubles will bubble, and turn into steam,

It is

Ultimate Moksha and awakens all dreams....

Listen

carefully, come closer, give me your ear,

As now

I will whisper all Secrets held dear.

Chorus:

"Alas, alack our time has gone,

Of you

all I am quite fond,

Another day we will play

With

Secrets so sublime.

Today's Teaching is finished, it was all quite fine,

But

you must pay, so Yum-Yum can dine.

Now

out the door with you away.

Tomorrow is another day,

All

seekers please show up,

Come

hither all fools, all knaves and all nuts,

Bow

down to me gracefully, no if's, or ands, or butts.

Deity

Yum-yum's Secrets (they are the latest),

Will

be given to all those who are the greatest".

Chaneled by Joyce,

Yum-Yum's Attendent.

 

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