(Baghwan Shree Rajneesh was a cult leader in Oregon when I was a graduate student in the 80s at Oregon State University. I wrote this about him)
‘Twas the week before Christmas in 520A
Not a stir bar was stirring, the students were away
The buckets were placed on the floor with great care
To catch all the rain falling down from upstairs
I in my jacket and Kai in his coat
Had just settled in to research in the moat
Then at once on the roof there arose such a fuss
I leaped from my lab bench to see what was o’er us
The moon on the top of the shimmering pool
Gave the image of an ocean on top of this school
And then what to my wondrous eyes appeared faint
Was the hint of a man who thought he was a saint
He strode on the roof like a man on a mission
In his hand was a pole, I thought he was fishin’
He was dressed all in pink from his head to his toes
And looked like old Santa, except ‘round the nose
His hair reeked of incense, his breath that of quiche
I knew in an instant, it must be Rajneesh!
He drove not a sleigh, but a fancy 4-wheeler
Purchased by his old friend, Ma Anand Sheela
He filled not our stocking, nor brought us some toys
He just carried specs for his brand new Rolls Royce
I knew at that moment that for Christmas this year
The Bhagwan alone would have all of the cheer
He called his disciples in a voice with duress
“We’d better get moving. Here comes the IRS.”
Well that’s how it was that magical day
When Rajneesh arrived and then went away
He went off to India, I assume to regroup
Merry Christmas to all. Bhagwan’s blown the coup
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