The new-age gurus smiled at me
Through the pile of countless books:
Assuring through their placid looks
A lifetime's gift of mirth and glee.

The monk – of the Ferrari fame
Said that he had seen the light:
when he had driven with no fright
So fast that the storms felt tame.

I regretted having sold my car:
To pay my debts I had it pawned.
He sighed, paused, and then yawned
And I could see his mental scar.

Thus this act of sacrifice
Made a monk out of a man.
All part of a careful plan:
A new-age guru's well-told lies.

No offence intended. The guru and the monk are a figment of my imagination which was sparked off by a stack of new-age spirituality books at a book shop. Thanks Inky for suggesting those changes.