Closer to the earth, the three realms, earth and its extensions,

I got a little high yesterday,

Wonder if I can make her come today,

The Buddha should have settled,

I'm sure his wife was beautiful,

And his mom, mother, Maitreya,

Huge boobs, her father must have loved her, raised the girls, to be love-filled, accepting, let me just squeeze in,

The little rascal's in trouble,

His father has work for him,

Smooth out these edges,

Bleed it out,

Love and shout,

I love brunettes!

And a second thing called out, a secret third thing, I’m in between things, I have to pay my debts, maybe become a cashier, love her, sweet, deer, an elf, an I came on the shelf,

Anyways, the poet died of embarrassment,

He was always good for a bet,

A let, me, in,

Knock thrice,

Grant a wish,

I’ll pay for it.