Disbelieve It or Not

This Buddha here sits on my desk
But his countenance I do not get
He laughs and smiles with coins of gold
I thought he was a modest soul.

Yet he tumbles on without a care,
letting out his gut, all fat and bare.
It has me all abashed and bent.
Could this man really reach enlightenment?

Or maybe to bed I should retire,
and slip deeper and deeper into the fire.

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