What happens when you meditate:
My third eye don’t get stuck with puss.
Went from ‘I-you-them’ to mostly ‘uss.’
Your face to me is shiny wonderouss.
One smile from me, throw out your opi-uttss.
Watch me walk, you’re seein’ lushussnuss.
My backbone slips; I don’t develop russt.
Got a man so hot it’s hard not to lusst.
(He loves me so tender I’m singin’ Elvuss
and I feed his belly with delishushnuss.)
On a happy train call me the Conductoruss,
I drink rainbows like Popeye eats Spinuch
And smash sadness like Hulk’s my aliuss.
Fabulous Nebulous Goddess of Progress is me, meditating.