“Pithing up a storm”

With fingers pointing at the moon
Their awakening is coming soon
Meditation was a role
And apparently rigorous self control
An insight into taiji’s thought
The pithing crowd who Want support
The doctrine and the sutras they
Practice on their boats today

Banging pipes encouraging sound
That wall that kind of wraps around
That chaos that sends the pod to spin
For them it is an infernal din
Observing the breath the master Of ZEN
Sits on the dock asking himself when
The interaction when will it end
When the pithing starts then we defend

A silent illumination of soul
The fishermen they cannot control
Their urges the purges the evil intent
The blood bath they feel is well meant
In what is a kind of sanctuary
They threaten and swear and their knives we see
Improbity is everywhere
The integrity of the unaware

Tomorrow the season begins again.
The faithlessness of the insane
The dirty tricks dept there
That always comes with much despair
They are raketeers thats all they are
Dealing in death so very far
From the zen they speak of their rascality
Its underway out on the sea

Under the tarps the action comes
The aiding and abetting the shame it sums
Up the total of suspiciousness
Of double-dealing and yet more stress
The dolphin families lost souls in vain
They never will be seen again
Down the guts of the japanese
Who love their dose of PCB’s
Of mercury the alzeimer choice
They fail to listen to their masters voice