|Sure, it's fun, but O the price you'll pay.|
Know the female
and you might get scale models;
once you receive that Small Being in your arms,
don’t forget to duck:
some projectile vomit
has your name on it.
Know the clean
yet embrace the unclean:
it’s gonna happen no matter what.
If you embrace this pattern for your world
the spirit of A Man Called Da-da will be strong within you
and there will be no projectile barf you can't clean.
Indeed, it might even make you taller
so you clean higher up without a step ladder.
Know the personal
yet keep to the impersonal:
accept the World of Barf as it is.
If you accept the World of Barf,
A Man Called Da-da will be luminous inside you
and you will return to your primal self:
your primal self covered in barf.
Usually in an airport.
The world is formed from the void
like utensils from a block of wood.
A Man Called Da-da knows the utensils
will be stolen by the Small Beings
and hidden amongst the Ten Thousand Things
yet he keeps spares behind the knife block:
thus can he cook all things...
so Small Beings can barf them up, later.
[Excerpted from Da-da's unpublished third book, The Tao of Da-da (or "Strong Winds CAN Blow All Day, Depending on How Much Sugar Has Been Ingested"). Void where prohibited. Bring a roll of paper towels.]