Buddha Light

Lightning in a kettle drawer.  I have been living my life poor.  You will all cry not fair.  For your punishment you must prepare.  Being the beam meant I handled things so unclean.  All of you draw from jugs I have filled.  About another day I am not thrilled.  Being your nothing, meant I could never be something.  It is all of you who are worthless and heartless.  I have walked on the bricks of Buddha.  In that one electron moment I unconsciously knew that you were all deluded.  I now thrust my wand in the agency pond.  In my room I bring light, worth, and brilliance to you from beyond.  It is the chi of me and my time now to be free.  He walked away that day, but now lurks again.  He is the only one who has the promise to be my friend.  Buddha light is you tonight.