Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Farts Club Band

I’m not at all that sure that warmth from sun

And warmth inside me when I think of you

Are universal unity, that One

In Eastern Thought.  That Eastern thinking crew

Might be quite right.  I have my doubts.  “Within

You and without you,” bopped the Beatles, but

They strung themselves way out.  That druggie sin

Might just have caused non-philosophic glut

Of discombobulation colored like

A yellow submarine that engineers

Were not involved with, or a wonky bike

Of tangerine from LSDish spheres.

  The realm of Hinduism and of Zen

    Is fine for others, not for undrugged men.

~ Phillip Whidden