Meditation Session Poem by Zachary Buck Hultman

I work for God dawg
Twenty-three hour and fifty-six minute days
Give or take, there may bay an earthquake
For no pay, but thats okay, I penned it that way
The lords glory is all for me
You out here being all whory is beginning to bore me, snorring

While my spirits resting eternal
Coronos got yous hoes pumpin fake doe into yo clothes to make yo feel speshol
God's wraff do the maffs where is your other half
Pandemic perpetuated from a prostitute tryin to run up dey credit smugglin on some endangered species list animols pangolins o some savage shelvin shark fin soup and sellin it back to you and I'm threw

Feel this, close the blinds no mind but my spirits still creaping through
Thoughts are gone through the fog to the oneness the only truth