If Mickey’s given the simplest task
He’ll only start to panic
He’ll rant and rave and scream and shout
He really is quite manic
He bangs his chest and stamps his feet
And throws coconuts on the floor
But he really is a sad old sight
When he shouts, I can’t take it any more.
You see Mickey has this type of mind
That forever seeks a thrill
He’ll parachute and bungee jump
His mind is never still
One minute he’s as high as a kite
The next he’s in the dumps
And he plays that awful music
The kind that
thumps! and thumps! and thumps!
He plays new wave music and acid house
And punk and northern soul
Heavy metal and rhythm and blues
And rap and rock and roll.
No wonder Mickey’s all stressed out
His mind can never rest
It makes him hyperactive
He really is a pest
But I feel sorry for poor old Mickey
He hasn’t got a hope
The only way he gets through the day
Is by taking drugs and smoking dope
So that’s Mickey’s life story
And it really is a shame
But can anybody help him
Will he ever smile again
Well a very compassionate Buddha
Said to Mickey, ‘You need to live a lot calmer
You don’t need Prozac or Valium pills
You need a massive dose of Dhamma
But the first thing you must try and do
Is at least just level out
Do some walking meditation
And you’ll end your fear and doubt
Now just take twenty paces
Along a walking track
Then turn around and take a deep breath
then twenty paces back’
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So Mickey started walking
He’d walk both day and night
He would walk to try and find some peace
And end his mental plight
But it wasn’t easy for Mickey
It was his hardest ever decision
But he’s given up dope, and given up booze
And he’s given up television
He’s given up loud music
No more pop or rock or punk
Now he listens to the sweetest tones
Of a chanting Buddhist monk
Then one day the penny dropped
Now Mickey really understood
That he created all his suffering
Now he wants to do some good
For Mickey’s now a very different monkey
Who loves swinging through the trees
He’s always quite contented
He really is at ease
He’ll help anyone who’s injured
And anyone who’s ill
He’s given up bungee jumping
Now helping is his thrill
But if Mickey can be remembered
For just one redeeming feature
It’s that he truly showed compassion
To every living creature
So if you want to change
Then there is no looking back
Just follow the Buddha’s footsteps
And find a walking track
And for anyone out there
Of a nervous disposition
You don’t need expensive councillors
Or some Harley street physician
Just take your example from Mickey
And you will live a lot calmer
Then throw away your potions and pills
AND TAKE A MASSIVE DOSE
OF DHAMMA !
© Gus Hales 2009 |
