Golden spires reach to the sky,
Buddha’s shame glossed over,
Dutifully the boys hang their heads in shame
Why are we here?
Golden coffers flowing over,
Light a fire in a man’s sockets.
Weeping peasants crumble...
In the ancient ways of the people in the Caucasus Mountains lies a possible answer to your digestive problems. My youthful days of collegiate debauchery have wreaked havoc on my digestive system. For...