What do you do when Nichiren missionaries knock at the door?
Invite them in for poetry (and try to keep them away from P.K.)...


     DAVID NICHIE  by Diane Broadson

Out on the newsgroup rich with porn
Clear in the cool May cyber-morn

The trusted posts of PK stand
Tapped out with a shakey hand.

In tighty-whities none-too-fresh
Smoking bud from Marrakesh,

Hunkered o'er keyboard space
Red-rimmed eyes in bleary face

PK wonders,":What's the use?
I can't take much more abuse."

O'er the newsgroup, posts wind down
Serious shit in cyber-town!

40 posts with gripes galore.
40 posts  --  and what a bore!

Fabric softner ain't up to snuff,
Even brownies aren't enough!

They're stuck with David Nichie then
Who acts sometimes like he's just ten.

Dogged of all in aybeessefgee
He posts with the most sincerity.

The Lotus Sutra is his chant
Cause and effect another rant.

But on our side, the rabble fray
Stonewall PK leads the way.

On his screen from left to right
"Nam Myho Renge Kyo" meets his sight.

"Halt!  Don't post!" janL does cry!
"We have better fish to fry."

Quick as she wrote it, she changed her mind
But David Nichie began to whine:

"Shoot if you must, this noble thread
But you'll be sorry when you're dead."

Cause and Effect!  A blush of shame
Over the posts of PK came.

The nobler nature within him stirred
To life at the Nichie's deed and word:

"Who besmirches a word of yon noble thread
Eats polenta!  Post on!"  he said.

All day long through cyber-land
Posts resumed with steady hand.

All the postings rose and fell
On cyber winds that loved it well.

And through the modem's blinking light
Understanding and a warm good-night!

The Nichie's work is never done
But we can rest and have some fun.

Honor to Dave!  And drink a toast!
Without his cause, no silly post.


Diane

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There are some who can live
without wild things,
and some who cannot.
             Aldo Leopold