Sweating profusely under sun

drifing Clark Quay

heading toward Brewerkz.


A friendly Buddhist monk

stops me to talk.

He places a beaded bracelet

on my wrist and blesses me.


Then he hits me up

for a cash retainer.


It seems that religion is 

still about the same thing

no matter where on Earth

I venture.

They’re only interested in one thing                                                                                                                                                              

and it doesn’t change

anywhere on the planet.



that comforts me greatly.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is based on a true story.  A buddhist monk in Singapore braceleted me and then hit me up for cash.


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