NA PO WRI MO, DAY 24: DEAD DOGMA

Dead Dogma

I once had my dogma
Squashed flat by a karma
One time in the Year of the Rat.

To soothe all my sorrow
I went and I borrowed
A honking big ol’ baseball bat.

With which I beat that yin-yang,
And knocked out his front fang
Saying, “That, my dear fellow, is that.”

So when you drive your karma
Stay away from my dogma
(Which now I’ve replaced with a cat.)