Stone Begging Bowl of the Buddha

I'm bereft of interest When it comes to riches Monetarily or Acreage and servility Apathetic to your Sightly soul and body But if you'd indulge me I bestow a proposition Admiration of your bravery is imparted Yet, before you is a task of fools O, suitor compelled by lust and naivete The path you'll take is comprised of ghouls Immortal before you beseeches for the Inanimate archaic artifact Once owned by the buddha, this bowl made of stone Shall be the arbiter of didact All I yearn for on earth is the Tool utilized to Bear the lifestream of Siddhartha And such a miserable pile of Secrets with the skill To retrieve this recherche parcel shall gain My hand and womb in marriage Forevermore Your ignorance to the circumstances Shall fail you For my blood shall never Coagulate within my veins The task fallen upon me So queer, yet inconsequential My hubris as a man Culminates down all to this Off he went, along his journey To fulfill this quest born of longing His eyes are weary, so full of lechery Doomed to penetrate the earth until rigor cessates him A worthy trade to be passed down through the ages Mythic sojourn in return for the divine None can compare on both her beauty and my loyalty Such destiny! Years have passed since his pride painfully, slowly struck him down Abandoned by the Gods of which punish him for perversion Sightless and starless as your purpose wastes away too Yet, still I, ageless and deathless still orate my tale