If one thinks that
They’d make a poem
By breaking up sentences
Boy they are wrong
Simplistic people work in series
Their minds cannot do
parallel thinking
Such feeble minds!
What a waste of space and time
What’s more they
Sticking emotions when
there are none
Making metaphors on which
Things are already obvious
Liars I call you
Twisters and swindlers
Repetitiveness and Dilly dalliers
Prosed and posed
For the best of the players
Stooges for the stage
Pretending they are sages
Writing their sagas
Making jaws open wide aghast
How bogus, set the fire ablaze!
Tis the reason
I hate doing poems
Don’t think of me low
I do rhymes though
A fiddler with words
But never to impress
Or to gain success
Merely to supress
A madman stuck in stress
Before I beat my breasts
And claim all is laid rest
Allow me to press
That tis for the best
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Okay, I did my part. Happy now? I’m no good. I should hide. I just saw this movie Little Miss Sunshine where there’s this fifteen year old who likes Nietzsche and made a vow of silence for nine months. Heck, he even drew a picture of that walrus in his room. And carries a copy of Thus Spake Zarathustra all the time in the movie. Now, the best part was this.
Youth. How wonderful. I don’t hold anything against Mr. N himself though. I just don’t see why anyone would start reading philosophy with him. You get a bunch of novels and films that features fifteen year old boys who read Nietzsche. I doubt they I ever finished reading him. I didn’t, and I have two different translations of TSZ.
Remind me to give relevent (not just vague) titles to posts next time. This one is from the last sentence of a short story.
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