Took a hit

But readied like baroque

     It was silly

       The trumpet 

       Was shampoo

    And strands

      Of miss tried 

      Hairs

      Bunched 

      Between my fingers

I stole a mink carpet

        Wrapped it up 

      And tried to convince

     Myself the

 Dammapada

    Would find no fault

     No Mara 

      Beware of Maya

    He sang 

 Not Mara