Nietzsche the fruit

Morals are, I see, for ladies,
not men the mires whacking only
obese and sordid organs pleasing
their stout and sorry energy
they leave upon the rapist’s bed.
Morals merely taunt men for savagery
keeps only a little while, only
a very little while, says he
of the countenance all crooked,
the sketch of his body by God
half-finished. Why else waltz
with Werther but to consummate his grave,
or strip him bare and wallow
in all that civilization swallows?

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~ by Jeremy on May 13, 2013.

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