My spite
has become the spittle
of torrid debaters
rotting underneath the Saturn
tune.
Did Nietzsche grimace
into the face of that horse,
or were his sighs
just a feign?
My spite
has become the spittle
of torrid debaters
rotting underneath the Saturn
tune.
Did Nietzsche grimace
into the face of that horse,
or were his sighs
just a feign?
1 comment:
Sir:
Nietzsche was a coldfarter, a poser, and a bludgoneer. Though I have wondered of the witnessed response to Horses-In-Whipping, rest assured that had the eyes of the many been averted, he'd have taken up the whip himself, and the horse would have been made to faint.
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