03-14-2020, 08:41 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-14-2020, 08:44 AM by RiverNotch.)
Jordan Peterson
Boneless babes are meat for dogs
in Sparta, boys suck
dust-spunking cock. They face their foes headfirst,
pour faith in a wall of shields
and slave-oiled muscle. Take meat for Thebes
and those who face the truth with pills
for boys. Take cancer
for war.
When you make a game of truth,
bundle antiquity into a heavy axe,
you sail your ship through clashing rocks
without a dove. Your Grecian hero,
gay and naked, will bleed dust
not even before the walls of Troy
but on a field for playing games
with copper discs.
Caution had not dammed enough
his common nonsense blinding.
To keep his ruse, he went cold turkey
against a fire-breathing dragon
and got burned. No flower will rise where his ashes are spread,
where his bones are ground to dust. A storm is blowing from Paradise:
the Ganga he rebuked
shall spit him out.
Boneless babes are meat for dogs
in Sparta, boys suck
dust-spunking cock. They face their foes headfirst,
pour faith in a wall of shields
and slave-oiled muscle. Take meat for Thebes
and those who face the truth with pills
for boys. Take cancer
for war.
When you make a game of truth,
bundle antiquity into a heavy axe,
you sail your ship through clashing rocks
without a dove. Your Grecian hero,
gay and naked, will bleed dust
not even before the walls of Troy
but on a field for playing games
with copper discs.
Caution had not dammed enough
his common nonsense blinding.
To keep his ruse, he went cold turkey
against a fire-breathing dragon
and got burned. No flower will rise where his ashes are spread,
where his bones are ground to dust. A storm is blowing from Paradise:
the Ganga he rebuked
shall spit him out.