This may just be the launchpad for my career as a poet

Bite-chew-swallow
Verse-chorus-verse
Water is to china
And air is to bell-air
The sun rises in the west
And the moon sets in the east

Hail Mary full of grace
Father, stay away from the boy's ass
I’m running out of cigarettes
But I ain't paying no taxes
Look, it's George W. Bush on MTV
Hey are you listening to me?

Naked monks chasing dragons under cherry blossom tree
Handshakes, briefcase, pointless formality
I dream of Gandhi in technicolor glory
Wake me up when the movie's over, buddy